Ever feel insecure about something? I am super insecure about my weight and thighs.
My friend says I may have bipolar disorder, because I explained to her that I'm not depressed, that I'm actually happy,
but sometimes at night I forget how to feel. Kinda just feel like everything happening is my fault, or everything that has happened.
I feel like bad things started to happen when I was a baby. My biological father was very abusive towards my mom
while she was pregnant with me. I feel like maybe he didn't want me. After I was born, sometime months after,
he had took me back to my mom and my foot, MY BOOTIFUL BABY FOOT, was burned. We got child services involved
and he tried to put the blame on my mom. Luckily we got to leave him. But I feel like the abuse he did to her was because
she was pregnant with me. To this day he is still abusive, and as far as I know, puts cigarette butts on his children's arms.
I don't think I could ever call him my father. When my friend and I speak of him, I call him the "biological asshole."
he deserves so much pain, but all I can do it call him that and hope to never meet him.
That's all I'm going to write in this "chapter". I'm not done for the night, but I don't wanna put everything in one LONG page.
YOU ARE READING
The start of bad things.
RandomI guess this is just a story about what happens at night. Stuff that I can't really say irl, y'know?
