Hi. This story is really not all that depressing and bad, but I will tell you anyway.
I live in a nice house, a mother who loves me and her boyfriend who also loves me too. Together, there money adds up and where definitely NOT poor. That's my life at home. Just like every regular kid, life at home is good.
But what I am going to tell you, is the past and now.
First, let's talk about the past.
The past wasn't that bad. There where a few bumps here and there, but I managed.
My mum and dad were always fighting. Eventually, they divorced. and I was only 5 at the time... I was pretty upset at the time because I barely ever got to see my dad, and I loved him very much. He wasn't abusive or anything, just a little fucked in the head. I can't remember if we was alcoholic, but he did drink beer.
About a year after being divorced, life wasn't as bad as it sounds without dad. I did still get to see him and stuff, but just not very much. Anyway, my mum had a boyfriend who was a total fucking ass hole.
I was only 6, and he was off his fucking head.
Now this may sound stupid, but I am telling the truth.
You see, this mother fucker loved watching TV while lying on the couch.
There was only one couch and only had enough room for one person to lye down.
One time, I made it to the couch before he did, he told me to get off, I thought he was joking and said No.
I then discovered he wasn't joking because he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to my room. He must of barricaded the door or something because I couldn't get out. I just sat in the corner and cried. Because of his actions AND because I had a massive rash on my neck that started to bleed a little because he dragged me by my t-shirt.
About 3-4 months later we moved away from that ass hole. Mum was starting to dislike the fact that he had never lived in a house with children and didn't know how to handle kids properly.
We moved away from that cunt, and life remained great.
There is plenty more where that came from, but I want to move on to now.
At the start of the year, I made a friend and I really liked him. We hanged out a lot and there was no fuss. 1 week later, he wouldn't talk to me. He didn't even look at me. For no reason. Had I done something wrong? Was it something I said? I will never know.
And so, I spent a little while being alone, and it actually wasn't as bad as it sounds.
Better than spending my time with that back-stabbing dickwad.
Recently, I made another friend. He was very similar to me and we both liked the same things.
Then 1 month later, he just... Hated me.
Every time I try to talk to him he keeps telling me to shut the fuck up.
I don't understand this world. I never did anything. I do everything everyone wants me to do and they always hate me.
So ever since then, I have been alone. Again. I just don't see the point of making friends when they just push you away.
Thank goodness for the internet. As I can make friends with people who are going through the same I am. One thing I liked from making 2 of those back-stabbing friends was now I am more socialized and not shy. I can talk to people without sweating to death and it's just great.
All-in-all, my life is great. I have a family who loves me and a nice home to go to. Thanks for reading. | |
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