When i was four my mother ran away with me an three of my four sisters cause we were gettin beaten and took us to england and left my other sister with my alcoholic abusive father to get beaten. my mother then sent me an two of my sisters back to my father after two weeks where we were beaten some more. i remember bein forced to have sex with a girl the same age at age 4. we were taken into different foster homes and seperated. i was sexually abused by one of the boys there. after two years of becoming attached to my new placement i was moved on again to a new family where i was completely out of place and misunderstood. the carers in this family then seperated when i was 14, but by then i barely giave a fuck. i got kicked out when i was 18. luckily i had a job and could organise my own place. i lost my job after becoming addicted to ecstasy and lsd, i used to eat ecstasy all day every day by myself. after losing my job i became homeless and was sellin drugs to survive. i started my life with a family, lost it, got one again, then come 18 had no family again. By the time i was 20 i was homeless. But i got throught it all and am onto better times now, happiness is all in the mind people, cheer up you miserable fucks! its not all bad, you only get one shot so you might aswell see it through to the bitter end!! | |
All day everyday by YOURSELF. Maybe you shouldn't be so damn selfish and should have done it every other day with a friend instead. Then you wouldn't be online crying about your sad life to nobody in particular.
Drugs are a self created "problem" by people who have the connections and money to buy them. If you have connections and money I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the kid who got buttraped and physically abused by her brother or father and now can't leave the house without a damn mental collapse so is reduced to depending on a man/prostitution to survive.
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