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My computer is retarded

Why. Did it post three times. Godamn you computer.

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My computer is retarded

Why. Did it post three times. Godamn you computer.

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'Happy' Birthday

Well It was my birthday yesterday.
It was pretty cool. 17. One more year, One more goddamn year and I'm outta here.
Neither of my parents wished me a happy birthday, or acknowledged it TO me. My boyfriend came to our place, that was nice.
Until he left the room. Then my parents act would drop and I'd get snapped at.
I spent the night of my seventeenth birthday alone, crying and trying to resist the urge to kill myself.
I'm depressed as hell, my mother still doesn't believe me about what happened with dad. Tha other day one of the kids got hurt and blamed me.
I said I didn't do it.
Sha responded with "yeah. Right. Just like you didn't throw yourself out of the house the other day and blame dad"
So she thinks I'm faking. For attention.
My ankle is.... Sprained or something. From dad.
So my parents say it's only hurting coz I need more exercise.
Guess what guys. It still hurts, and it's getting worse.
It gets easier to lie. When people ask what's wrong, see the bruises.

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'Happy' Birthday

Well It was my birthday yesterday.
It was pretty cool. 17. One more year, One more goddamn year and I'm outta here.
Neither of my parents wished me a happy birthday, or acknowledged it TO me. My boyfriend came to our place, that was nice.
Until he left the room. Then my parents act would drop and I'd get snapped at.
I spent the night of my seventeenth birthday alone, crying and trying to resist the urge to kill myself.
I'm depressed as hell, my mother still doesn't believe me about what happened with dad. Tha other day one of the kids got hurt and blamed me.
I said I didn't do it.
Sha responded with "yeah. Right. Just like you didn't throw yourself out of the house the other day and blame dad"
So she thinks I'm faking. For attention.
My ankle is.... Sprained or something. From dad.
So my parents say it's only hurting coz I need more exercise.
Guess what guys. It still hurts, and it's getting worse.
It gets easier to lie. When people ask what's wrong, see the bruises.

bulletproof cat's picture

'Happy' Birthday

Well It was my birthday yesterday.
It was pretty cool. 17. One more year, One more goddamn year and I'm outta here.
Neither of my parents wished me a happy birthday, or acknowledged it TO me. My boyfriend came to our place, that was nice.
Until he left the room. Then my parents act would drop and I'd get snapped at.
I spent the night of my seventeenth birthday alone, crying and trying to resist the urge to kill myself.
I'm depressed as hell, my mother still doesn't believe me about what happened with dad. Tha other day one of the kids got hurt and blamed me.
I said I didn't do it.
Sha responded with "yeah. Right. Just like you didn't throw yourself out of the house the other day and blame dad"
So she thinks I'm faking. For attention.
My ankle is.... Sprained or something. From dad.
So my parents say it's only hurting coz I need more exercise.
Guess what guys. It still hurts, and it's getting worse.
It gets easier to lie. When people ask what's wrong, see the bruises.

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Broken

Everythings fucked.... Excuse my language, but it is. Had a massive fight with my parents..... I said some god awful things.....
Eventually it got physical. With dad. That hurt. I still have the bruises on my arms and shoulder and throat and a limp. And I can't fully hear out of my right ear.
I still have flashbacks. I'm surprised nobody called the cops. He dragged me out the front of the house. I wasn't scared at the time. Adrenaline. But after, I cried like a baby.
Mom doesn't believe me. She didn't see it.
I feel like everythings fallen apart. I know hwaps of people have it worse. I feel like a giant whinger. But it still hurts. I'm still struggling.
Not to cut again.
Not to start smoking again.
Not to kill myself.
I can't walk past someone I don't know, even people I DO know, without having an anxiety attack.
I used to feel so strong, so fearless.
But now....
Everythings fallen apart.
And I just feel..
Broken.