Strength.

Hi.. My name is Nicole. I'm from Minnesota. I'm 12 years old. Yes, I am young. I know that. I get it all the time.




I'm here to share my story. I don't want attention. I don't want sympathy. I just want to help. And maybe.. Just maybe. I'll help somebody.




Ever sense I was born I've hated being on this earth. Maybe I couldn't say it.. But I could think it. And I sure as hell knew it.




My parents divorced when I was only 2 years old. My father is an alcoholic and my mother hated it. They were married but they may as well have been single... My dad worked all day and partied all night. My mom couldn't leave us home alone with my dad. He would just go to the bar. Leaving a infant, toddler, and child home alone together.




2011 was when it got bad... My dad would tell me I was lazy, worthless, stupid, etc. That hurt. When he drank, it was worse. Most of the time on the weekends we were at my campground. We have had a site there for 5 or more years.. So over the summers, I am always at my best friend, Andrew's camper. I would stay there all night. At least until my dad is passed out. Then I would go home and go to bed. The next morning I would get yelled at for being out to late.




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I haven't wrote in almost a year. jeez.

so I haven't been doing so well. I was in a relationship with a guy named brandon. Mexican. 5"8. handsome. funny. silly. but I broke his heart. and now I'm laying here lonely. I don't know what to do.