This... might change your opinion about me, but I'm in a fuck it mood.
And just a forewarning, I don't want pity, that will make it worse.

When I was 3 my mom and Dad broke up, nothing new, not like over 70% of families aren't split. So yea.

2008 comes around and I'm 5 or 6, 5 I think. My dad gets married, and I like this girl for like a month before I absolutely Despise her. She was just a b****. And it was only to ME!

For example, my dad is always calm and relaxed, he takes it easy and explains what I did wrong.

With the step-bitch (excuse the language, but that's what I call her) she yells and screams and says 'Oh you don't love your DAD it's just an ACT.'

Quick question, if I didn't fucking love my DAD, then why would I DIE for him!? Riddle me THAT?

*sigh* I apologize, but that pisses me off.

Around 7 or 8 me and my step sister were molested by someone for a couple of months, I-... try to forget about it.

7 was soccer year and I loved it
8 was ballet
9-11.99 was nothing
12 was horse back riding, but that was ruined by Miss. you know who.

She said I wasn't committed. Way to ruin horses for me.

i started to draw, the yelling He would get worse, every little thing was a trigger.

Food was missing, Blame Shadow, a device was missing, blame Shadow, oh Shadow was watching TV, without permission, Yell at Shadow.

So life was going great! Hope you caught the sarcasm.

Anyways when I was 12 I was molested... Again. But by a different male. This lasted for almost a full year before I told my dad.

I asked him to not press charges, and he didn't, the boy stopped, but offered money sometimes.

It makes me practically sick to think about it.

And the funny thing was, is that they were my step siblings. A bit ironic ey?

13 I had my IPod taken away, again, friends at school were depressed, took a device Dad found out, props to my step sister, that I have NEVER, ratted out, so thanks.

Anyways, I felt like I disappointed him, which soon turned into Atychiphobia, the fear of failure and disappointment.
So yea.

I got over my fear of darkness, but started to cut, they only left scratches though. But one on my thigh scarred.

Birthday came around, and only two friends of mine said Happy B-Day. Yay me! I don't remember what I did though.

Went to dolly wood, and got superior, this made my music teacher extremely happy, which made me happy.

Skip a month to April, I started to feel more down, next May. Step-bitch put me into counseling. Yea, most of y'all feel me.

I told them about me being molested by two boys, they told my dad and he was shocked that there was two, my depression started to kick back in. But I didn't cut because someone would find out.

Child protective services, or DSS Department of Social Services, came into play. Screwing but making things better.

I stayed at my grandparents for at least a month and I had a small pocket knife with me, it's still under the bed hopefully. I used it once, but it wasn't sharp enough to cut, just scratch.

Found out that my dad was kicking the step arsehole to an apartment, which I'm just like YES! :/

End of school came I bided farewell to my friends and that leads me to today.

So yea, please don't pitty me, it won't help me. Though some nice words do help... And now I sound needy. Heh, anyways that is my life story age 3-14.

I have 57 miles left until I get home, (As of this chapter) wish me luck.
Love you all.
Hope to talk again soon.