Here's My Story.
And before you judge me, read the whole thing. This is all 100% true. But there is really no need to read, so it would be fine by me if you keep scrolling.
I am 14. You may say it is normal for a girl being my age to get upset quite often, but mine is under idfferent surcumstances. Like 70% of the children now adays, I have divorced parents. Some get along, some don't. Mine have been divirced ever since I was 3. My father tells lies about my mother. My mother only makes about 20 grand a year and is trying to keep my house. It is messy inside and gross and I look like a farmer compared to the other kids houses in my grade. My father claims he got nothing when my parents got divorced. For 9 years I have been forced to go to my fathers house certain days. This year I finally stood up and protested. I want to be happy, but I know it won't happen. Because I am already torn apart. But I am not yet broken. I am so, so close though. My father yells at my mother for my decisions, and then my mother takes her anger out on me. My sister didnt get along with my mother 4 years ago and said that my mother beat her, when she really didnt. My dad believed my sister of course, and my mother was sued. My sister blames me for everyonnes mistakes and says I am not worth anyones time. She says I have no manners for my age when she told lies at my age of my mother abusing her and she threw chairs at the walls, had cops chase her at night, went underaged drinking, smoked marijana in my back yard, etc. I have no one to talk to, I am alone 4/7 ths of the week.I am the reason for everything being wrong. And because of all this I have always had trouble getting along with people my own age. I will have a friend for about a year and thats it. I get into too many fights because I don't want to be wrong anymore. I have no one to relly on and it's my fault. I expect friends to be there for me and only me 24/7. I know thats wrong. But I can't help it. I have always been a third wheel. I have no one left. I hate blaming people for the things that I do but I do because thats how I've been treated ever since I can remember. My parents gave me 5% of their attenction when I was growing up because they were too focued on fixing my sister. And they claim that they want to help me now but it's too late. They could really care less about anything with me. Writing letters baced on suicied is too easy for me. But I can't cut. I have never been brave enough to do that. I have fallen apart and really want to move to somewhere way father away from where I am, like Austrailia. I just really hate my town. My mom does, as well. We have actually thought of moving to Mansfield. I need to get away from everyone and start a new life. I needed help my whole life and never got it. All this over the years has maken me less hungry, noucious, and dizzy. I wish I had just one person for me there most of the time. But I don't. I know I am not worse off then children in Africa and children beat, but I am more than people around me that are my age. One day I hope to move away, see no one from my past except for my mother, and start fresh. For a long time I have been thinking thats what I should do when I am 18. Maybe I will. I hope things will get better real soon, because I am already torn and I don't think I can keep partly together for much longer.
That is my story.