My mom was apparently a pretty cool person. I wouldn't know, because she was killed by a drunk driver when I was 3. That drunk driver was my asshole father. He beat and abused me for around 10 years. Now he is a cocaine addict. I was constantly bruised and scarred by my father through elementary and middle school. Nobody would even look at me. When I was 16, I realized that I was bigger and stronger than my drug addicted father, so I completely beat the shit out of him. I get sent to juvie for it. I turned 18 a few months ago, and my father went to jail. I'm living on my own, I have virtually no money, no friends, no family, no education for a respectable job. The only luxury item I own right now is a computer from around 2003, and I might have to sell it soon if I can't find a job that will pay at least minimum wage. If there's a god, hes up there laughing at me. Anyone I ask for help is so disgusted by my mangled and scraped up face that they refuse to even listen. I wish I could afford a cat or something, because I really need a friend. Crying and cutting my arms just aren't fixing the sadness anymore. I'm really tired of people just not caring. Its like, when someone sees me, they think "ew, I might get a disease if I touch that piece of shit".
Is one friend too much to ask? I just want to know what its like. | |
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