If you live with your biological family (the family that gave birth to you):
Do not complain to me about how horrible your life is. It's like a slap in my face.
I was adopted because my biological family didn't want me. I wasn't even good enough for drug addicts.
I got major depression because of the family that chose to "love" me.
You know that saying
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me" ?
I've had sticks and stones thrown at me. Even worse names thrown at me. By my adopted family. I was always the one to get in trouble.
I was Cinderella. I was called Cinderella to my face.
I cleaned the entire house. I took care of my little brother. I always came last.
I wanted to die in 4th grade. One year after being adopted.
When I was in 7th grade, I would think of ten different ways to kill myself everyday.
I would write suicide notes almost every night.
The only time I would get called "Pretty" was when I was dressed up as something I wasn't.
I'm never good enough just being me.
I have major trust issues when it comes to relationships, because I'm scared if I let myself like a guy too much than I might let him push me further than I'm ready to go. Which would just remind me of the nightmare that consumed my childhood.
I had nightmares all the time of being r@ped. The only thing I knew was it was either one of my biological brothers or my biological father. It made the nightmare all that much worse. Never knowing for sure who it was.
I was am adult at home and a child at school. Everyone at school hated how childish I was, because they never knew the back story.
To this day, I'm still not sure who I am, because through Elementary school and Middle school, I had to be three different people.
1) Adult at home
2) Child at school
3) Ok always.
I always kept everything inside. I would let people tell me anything they wanted. I was always there for everyone. If someone needed a shoulder I was there. I always put them before myself. I still do. Even if I'm having a horrible day and need just a really long hug, I will let them cry to me about whatever is wrong.
I will say all the right things. I will be the friend they need.
To have to come home from a long school day where everyone hated you, and you have to clean, take care of your little brother, get in trouble for nothing, than do homework. Some days I wouldn't even eat, because I didn't have the time. People would always call me skinny, but they never knew, I have a high metabolism, and skip meals. Of course I was practically skin and bones.
I would stand up for myself at school, but never dared at home.
When you have your sister tell you, she wishes you would attempt suicide again, just so she wouldn't have to save you, than you let me know how bad you think you have it.
So what if you don't have all the guys? You have your family. YOUR REAL FAMILY. They have never actually said "I wish you would attempt suicide again so I wouldn't have to save you."
Never been called Cinderella.
The story of Cinderella is a girl who does all the chores, takes care of everyone in her family, but her family hates her.
Nice thing to call a kid...
When you cry yourself to sleep almost every night. When you bite your tongue and keep all your emotions inside for 8 years. When there were so many nights you wanted to take your life, but you always thought of others and what would happen to them, it stopped you.
I don't just think about myself. I think about everyone else, constantly. I ask them how they are. I will put on a fake smile just to hear what's wrong with them. I will always put you first no matter what. I could be having the worse day in the world and still put you first. Know that.
No matter who's out there, who may dislike you, you will always have someone to tell your problems to. Some one who will compliment you no matter what.
Don't compare your life to mine.
This is the clean version.
If you tried to walk in my shoes, you would trip the first step.