I'm only 12. My father died on my birthday. We ended up moving to Spokane with my mother's new boyfriend of two weeks. (Not the best idea.) He ended up kicking us out on the streets. We became friends with his ex-wife. She helped us until we were able to find an apartment. After moving in, things seemed to be going good, until my mother was sued. Until we had a busted windshield on our car. Until we couldn't afford new school clothes, or new shoes. Until we had to go to shelters. Things are OK now. We can afford food. We can afford an apartment. But I wish for death everyday. I cut my wrists. It makes me feel better for a little while until the pain creeps back in. I wonder what would happen if i walked in front of a moving bus. I think I'll try. | |
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Life goes on and so can you. Life's not going to be happy-gumdrop-forest, but if you take control you can make it not-so-bad. Stay away from drugs and thugs and you might make it. (and stay away from buses, too)
I dunno if I could be of some help, but if you feel like, u can buzz me anytime on my yahoo : justfraspclfrnd@ymail.com
I'd really love to hear frm u and sort your probs out.
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