•{my first time writing comment}•
so here it goes for the first time im writing about my life... well actually talking about my fucking life it sucks if your still ridding this...then yeah have fun reading it and dying with me so buckle on...
hi! I'm helga and this is my story.
one question always came to my mind and i never had the answer or i just never had the courage to answer it....
Why I'm i so troubled?
well the answer to that your gonna
find that later on.
Helga come down!! my mom screamed
ill be down in a sec..well that was a lie because that was the last time i would she my room...and slap my older sister in the face.
my parents where moving me to a military school... can you believe this I'm only 16 at this age i should be in my room with loud music and messing my room up but no I'm gonna learn how to load a gun and how to shoot it but the fun part is that i can kill someone in the future.
well sometimes i just wish that i could get brain surgery and just get all my mental problems and kill then one by one but i cant so i have to suck it up.
well let me tell you about my background
well my dad die and my mom gave me to my grandmother when i was 3 well since then it has been roller coaster..well all start from the beginning..
my grandmother took me when i was 3 and since then i have bounced from house to house because she travels a lot.
couldn't i just have a normal granny who just stays at home!
my mom gave me up because she thought I could talk what a horrible person she was!! she was a bitch!!
everyone told me that she was a fucker.
they told me that my mom only had me so that she can steal my dads money cause he was loaded but then the police came after her so she had to disappear and she could do that with s baby so she drop me off.
my dad worked in the army and he was a good man he was rich but lived like the poor he didn't like to tell people that he had money because he was scared that people would just become his friend because he was rich. and he had to trust my mom!! the reason I'm going to military is to follow my dads foot steps... but thats not me I'm the kind of girl that like to talk on the phone for hours...go shopping with my friend...work at McDonalds to get money for spring brake vacation well I have already 1,000 dollars.
Im the hippy type smoke weed and take a trip to Neverland and never knowing if i will wake up from it but I take the risk...probably ill find my dad and Bob Marley!! Bazinga!!
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