I hope no one tracks me on this, it would be quite the story to tell anyone why I'm pouring my life story out on some internet bull shit I found on google. Where to begin, my parents were bartenders, and I had a struggling sister who raised me half the time. I found my mom coked out on the floor and my dad was a drunk, life ran its mediocre story of a low middle class family life until I was six years old and my grandfather died in the terrorist attacks on 9/11. It was the first funeral I had ever been to. The first time I understood the meaning of murder and death. You know how you find out if you're family member and loved one is gone? They find his class ring, his watch, and name plate on his office door, but not him. He called us on sept. 10th. a few hours before he died. he was the one person I loved more than anything. we got through it and got enough inhertance to buy a house put my sister and dad in college and life got on track again. until our house was flooded by a hurricane and we lived in a trailer for five years. my sister moved out and married an abusive prick. my mom threatened me with killing herself. even showed me a few nice scars and told me my dad and I were the reason. I'm now sixteen. I dropped out of school in 5th grade. no shit. I somehow luckily hid underneath the public school system until I was sixteen and got my GED. my dad lost his job, my sister was commited into a psych ward, is now living with us and divorcing her husband and we are now in a huge custody battle over my niece. I work at a grocery store and support my fucking household. thats just the rough draft of life for me. I have to come up with $500 | |
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