My Life

My Life

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I am left home to take dinner out of the oven and feed to my younger sisters. This is an actual conversation between my mom and I: Mom: "Was the pork done?" Me: "Hopefully" Mom: Wasn't pink was it? Or bloody on the bone? Did it taste good?" Me: "It was as pink as the day they cut open the pig, the bone was seeping marrow and it tasted like ass. Thanks mom." This is a collection of the struggles and adventures I face today. My name is Jess. I'm turning 18 years old in october, I've been fighting a diagnosis of mental illnesses, detailed within my entries. I have lost, loved and lived. And now, its my turn to share my stories of survival, wit, and passion. Hope you guys enjoy :)
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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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