So I'll just start this here. With a bit of background I guess. My drug addict of a father - who is dating some druggie who got every child she had taken from her - had neglected me when I was about one. Already a great start to life ey? Every single fuckin day my mother, a hard working 5'0 woman would come home to Robert - my father - high off of prescription pills. While I with a heavy dipper (Or nappy depending on where you're from) in the living room.
Later on my „Dad” had cheated on her for Mary or whatever her name is. My mother left with me in her arms and worked as a single mother. Now let me tell you something, my mother had some heavy depression and anxiety. Not great. For a while we lived in some apartment. Then around I'd say fist to then second grade I was sent to a physically abusive ass hat.he was around six feet with slightly tanned skin and a stubbly chin. He not only abused me, but his and my aunt's children. So there were around five hyperactive children in the house. Who've got themselves hit, pulled by the ear, hair pulled, kicked bruised, and scared all of them. Including me. I was Taken out of there and my wounds had healed.
Now, I was now living in my cousins and aunts homes for a bit. Then an appointment with some strange kids. One girl, one boy, me and them were close friends. I had some pretty interesting days with them. The dude I was friends with was obsessed with abs. Yes, abs. Eventually I moved and never saw them again. And I sadly had been sent back to the house my abuser lived in. It got worse like way worse. I was taken out of there after SIX MONTHS. Where was my mom? Off in Tennessee. She was eventually going to bring me and my like, tree year old sister, but never did. So I went through six months of torment. Not the best. But eventually I was removed and never put back. I was then, for the rest of my fourth grade year with my grandma and step grandpa, who were religious. Of course it was only for a few months. I then proceeded to live in my mom's new boyfriends home. He and his parents were from West Virginia (Mountain mama). They lived in a two story house, and still do. Upstairs always got hotter than the downstairs. But it was whatever. After summer had ended we moved to an apartment. Which I still live in. I went to 5th grade while my sibling went to Pre-K. That year is when I met my now ex-friend, k. K had manipulated me into thinking we'd never be apart. We were the „Perfect” friend ship type. For three years I was the victim. I wasn't allowed to have any other friends. None, just her. Though last year, we got in some argument and she yelled at me to; „Go die in a fire!” so that was pretty fun right? Then y'know covid hit and then Im stuck inside. I was (and still am) losing my sanity to a little bitch that I call my „Sister” so hah fun. My sister went from a capitalist, to a Karen, to now a narcissistic ass hole. She kicks, she hits. He follows me around like a lost puppy. It's annoying. She either doesn't understand what „Leave me alone” means, or just refuses to do so. It stresses me out and I can't last long before cracking under the stress. So I either, draw, write, or cry. Though crying is the last option. But it's why I'm writing this now. I'm stressed. That's what this book is for. This helps. You can probably expect more of this. Anyway bye- see ya round.
6:31 pm 10/20/20
