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TW suicide/abuse/drug addiction /alcohol addiction and more

Hi? I found this old notebook on the way to the store. I was on my way to get my dad beer when I saw it. I've decided to write my life story in this. For my kids, or something I guess. First off, my name is Penelope Jones. I live with my step-mother and my dick head father. I don't even consider him my dad. He makes me cook for him, clean for him, and makes me buy him beer. My stepmom hates my guts. I don't even know why. Sometimes she slaps me. But I can't hit her back because then my dad will throw a broken bottle, or hit me. Trust me, he hits a lot harder. My dads name is Gabriel. My stepmoms name is Anne. Now, let me tell you a little bit about me. I'm currently 17. I started smoking weed at 13 or 14. I also drink alcohol a lot. It makes me feel like everything is okay. I know it's not. But it helps to "fake it till you make it" right? Anyway, I got to Valley High school. All the rejects go there. I've recently felt like the reject of all rejects. i would've been 4.5 months clean. But, my dad decided to pick a fight "all your good for is fetching beers you slut!". So, I had a mental breakdown and started to cut long lines into my arms and thighs. I got my towel and started to clean up. I took the towel and applied pressure to one of my cuts, to stop or slow down the bleeding. It's currently 3:08 in the morning. I want to get away so bad. I just wish I could disappear. You know I should probably go to bed. But will I? No. Of course not! I'm seriously going to look dead at school tomorrow. I have 2 bestfriends, Liv and Lejea We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. They've always been there for me. I'm usually at their houses but they are both out of town for a little bit. They're the only reason i live nowadays. They make everything better. I wish I lived with them. We always have sleepovers and hangouts. And I always leave happy. Just to come back home and be angry, and depressed again. Their my favorite people, besides my mom. Well, my mom died when I was 10, from an overdose. She gave up. I still don't know why. That's when my dad went crazy. He became abusive and decided to remarry. I miss my mom so much. She'd be disappointed in me. She'd want me to be happy. But, in my defense, it's hard to be happy in an abusive household. Even at school I get bullied. I get into a lot of fights. I usually win. Tomorrow, or today, I have to fight Anna. She is the most popular kid in school. She called my mom weak. So, now I have to beat her ass. Anyways, I'm getting tired. So, goodnight diary.


(A/n THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER ITS ABSOLUTELY SHIT BUT UH OK.)

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