So if you're a friend I know in real life, please do not bring up this topic around me.
This is the reason why I'm so depressed and some back story on the root of how everything started.
So I lived in a small house with my mom, older brother, and younger brotehr. I'm the middle child. (;-;)
My Mom and Dad are divorced and she would commonly drink and smoke. Me and My little brother were bullied at school, to the point where we'd stay home for months and months on end. My older brother was held back, so we were all depressed. We'd skip breakfast and dinner at times.
My mom's house looked practically like a junkyard inside.
Then the family therapist came and fucked up my life.
She said since it was so messy I had to move in with my grandma.
Your probably like, "Why is so bad? My grandma bakes cookies and knits, blah blah." Well no one gives a shit about your grandma! My grandma HATES children. She yells at us and calls me and my brothers failures, beats us, the list goes on!
And she doesn't care that she's torturing us. She enjoys it. And don't say, "But she just wants the best for you." 'Cause you know what?
She honestly doesn't.
She doesn't give a single shit about my familys' well-being.
She treats my family like slaves.
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How it All Began
Non-FictionSo this is pretty much why my brother and I had to go to a mental hospital for a weekend in the first place. (If you haven't looked at the description of my story "Glass Boy") Enjoy whatever biography is or something. ☆That picture is mine, I do pho...
