As a really young child I did not have a very good life. From the day I was born till I was 3 my siblings and I were not treated good. We were abused and neglected. I was the second youngest child so I don't remember much but I know about it. I have 3 siblings, one brother and 2 sisters. When I was 4 I was adopted by an amazing family.
I was a really emotionally unstable child. I was really mean and nasty. I did know better but I always felt really bad about myself and it made me feel better about myself. There was one girl I remember bulling. She was so nice and never said anything about me being mean. I was so mean she had to move. Sometimes I wonder what went through my head bc I feel like shit now for hurting her. I don't know why I was such a mean child. She did not deserve any of it.
I 100% changed and let people bully me bc I deserve it. In my adopted family I have 16 siblings, but I have a brother who I don't like bc he ruins every thing. He hurts my mom and dad who are 70 and 72, he is 16.
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General Fictionthis is a story about my life and growing up it won't be the best and I might not finish it but I'll try😊
