30 DAY CHALLENGE
1. 15 facts about you
2. Initials of the person you love
3. Your closest friends
4. The thing you most fear
5. The saddest moment in your life
6. Favorite sport
7. Favorite song
8. Your deepest secret
9. First impression of the guy you like now
10. Last time you cried
11. Thing closest to your heart
12. When you hear this song you cry
13. Place you wanna visit badly
14. Favorite book
15. Favorite animal
16. Favorite show
17. Last time someone hurt you
18. The story behind your life
19. Person who scares you the most
20. Last major injury
21. Favorite youtube video
22. Phone type
23. Biggest confession
24. Last break up
25. Last heart break
26. The day you regret the most
27. First friend
28. Favorite drink
29. A letter to someone in
18. The story behind my life.
My birth parents were drugattics, and my birthfather is dead of drugs. My birthmother is in North Adams, and I never ever ever want to see her again. My mother adopted me w/ my old father (I don't ever ever want to call him that AGAIN) when I was about 2-3 years old. I have no baby pictures of me. My old father (ughh) was very abusive to my (Amazing) mother, so she got a divorce. He was also abusive to me and my siblings, as he would never allow us to cry, and he would hit my brother all the time. At that time, I was anorexic, and I tried to commit suicide after they divorced, but I was dumb, and I failed (twice). When I moved, I was missing my old friends, and I cried myself to sleep EVERY night. My parents never found out. Then, I began SelfHarming, but I stopped shortly after, thinking my parents would find out, and send me away. A couple of months later, I started 5th grade, and NOBODY liked me. I was ugly to them, and I only had 2 friends who actually were there for me no matter what. I was bullied soo many times, and I was sick of it. I selfharmed again. Except worse. I took broken hangers, and wrote HATE on my arms, and covered the words up with more cuts. Someone later found the scars on my arms, and they asked if I cut myself... I said it was my cat. She didn't believe it. In middle school, things got alrightish. In 7th grade (My grade now), I was sexually harrassed by another 7th grader... It was AWFUL. People said it was my fault. I believed them, so I began cutting again. I was also bullimic for some time, and then I was anorexic. I stopped cutting, for a while and in that time, I would use my glass bottle of perfume to make bruises on myself, hoping someone would care. I started playing basketball, and stunk at it :/, but it was my first (and last!) year, so no worries :). I am cutting myself again, but I am trying to stop, and actually, I am about 4-5 days clean. I have tried to commit suicide a couple of times more, by "eating" this bathroom cleaner that had bleach in it. I did that 3 times... hoping I would die, or get very sick. So far, in my life... 3 people have told me to kill myself, all boys. One was even my step brother. He would taunt and tease me on how to kill myself. He has stopped for now, but I doubt he has stopped forever. Only 2 people know about my selfharming, but only 1 person knows I do it now.
That is the story of my life... Litterally <3
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