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I know you probably think I'm crazy..but I hate my mom. It started when I was 10 years old. I slapped my brother because he was really annoying. He grinned at me, it was funny. He took my valuables and broke them. He tore my diary. It was all I had from my grandma. She died then 2 month ago. at first I cried a lot, but later I felt the hatred that grew more and more.My brother teased me everyday. And my mother was the worse. She didn't give attention at me. Never. She screamed at me. She screamed the horrible things at me.You're a mistake. What are you doing here, no one want you. She laughed when I felt. She had never been angry, but she did't show any emotions. Thats was de worst thing. I never knew what I was doing wrong or right. I just a child. I just wanted someone to love me, love me and hug me, but that was difficult. When I was 10 years old, I realized that my life was a big mistake. I hated my of family. And myself because I was one
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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