Objects are hurting me!

Objects are hurting me!

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One day I was playing on my iPad Me: OMG Taylor Swift album is out! iPad: "WHOOOSH" Me: "AHHYYY" my nose "HAAAH" my nose is already flat and this happens When clumsyness happens on stairs Me: So excited to watch the final "American Idol" Going up stairs Stairs: "Squeeeech" Me:" HAAAAH"!!! Wow who has lots of scars? "I" When a chair falls Me: Let's watch some youtube vids Not sitting but standing on the chair then go sit down. Sat down Chair: "BWWOOOOGG"!!! Me: "Ahhhh" Me: Why must object hurt me?! Guess who needs to go to the hospital? "I" P. S. MY WISH IS THAT THERE ARE NO HATERS CAUSE HATERS GONNA HATE!
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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