See, my parents at took me out of school at the beginning of this year, 9th grade. About a month into school.
My parents took me out because of multiple reasons.
Bullying, My big brother-

Wrong
Lies
Denial
Ignoring the truth

I wasn't just up and taken out because my big brother has a rare disease.
My parents say that, they use the fact of him being sick, and how "his doctor said it would be best."

Fuck that

His doctor said that yeah, after I got taken out.

I was pulled out of school because, according to my dad.

I'm fucking crazy, just like my mom.

I lied

I said everything I told our school officer, because i just wanted attention.

Bullshit.

I was taken out without a chance to tell my friends goodbye face to face, I only got to say goodbye to the ones from two classes because I was lucky I had a binder and folder in those classes.

I was pulled out because the day before I snapped.

All the schools talked about where bullying and suicide.

I'd had enough.

I broke.

My heart racing, anxiety pumping.

I went to the officer after school that I knew and was comfortable with.

Bad idea.

I fucked up.

I told her everything.

Everything.

I trusted her.

Told her the truth

It's not about my family or parents. All of it's just about me.

I told her things I hadn't told anyone and trusted her.

I told her about how I had major trouble sleeping. How I had terrible nightmares.

To how paranoid I was, how bad my anxiety got.
How bad the bullying got to me.

To how I'd sometimes see bugs crawling everywhere when in reality, they were never there.

I was scared of myself. Everything mentally about me was shit. How I had constantly seen images of me ripping my skin off.

Honestly, I didn't tell her, but I just wanted to die...

A few days prior to that, I had someone I'd known since Kindergarten, (we weren't friends anymore seeing as she became a whole, and a bitch. No joke. But I still didn't mind talking to her here and there, ya know. We had known each other since we were 5.) threaten to slam my head through the bus window over something extremely petty....now that fucked with my head.

My self-esteem and confidence went down. My anxiety and depression got worse.

And so I snapped.

A kid who had literally been bullied since the first day of K-garten, I had decided to break not even a month into 9th grade.

After being bullied, after self harming, after planning out a suicide attempt for 6 months in 8th grade, and barely managing to fuck it up.

Now, I decided, fuck it, I'm done with this shit.

Bad motherfucking idea.

See, funny enough when parents find out their kid is suicidal, or depressed, or self harming or anything of the sort, 9/10 instead of holding them and saying how much they love them, they decide to do the exact opposite.

Instead, they tell them "why?" And how "disappointed we are" or that they "lying or doing it for attention."

Now, don't get me wrong I love my parents.

But my dad, was exactly like this.
My mom ended up doing this as well, not as often but she somehow ended up siding with my dad.

I told them I was being bullied.

"Okay, we'll tell the school"
"No Mom, it'll make it worse."

"She's right, don't say anything. It'll stop on it's own." It never did.

Ended up in 6th grade, having them find out I was self harming.

My mom picked my up along with my grandma

Gma- "why the hell are you cutting yourself?? You have no reason to do that!"

M-"Why the fuck are you cutting yourself? Why didn't you tell us?! Do we have to pull you out of school?"

"No, I don't wanna leave my friends."

My mom talked to me about how I could do other things instead.

And I tried...but at the time, it never worked. So I continued.

7th grade, found out I was suicidal.

D-"is it cause of the bullies? Or are you just doing it for attention?"

"The bullies..."

D-"Destiny, there's no reason, if it's that bad we'll pull you out."

"No!"

D-"why not?"

"My friends..."

D-" you need different friends. They're a bad influence."

"No! They help me, or try to. They make me feel better."

D-"you're doing this all for attention aren't you?"

"No, I'm not!" I ended up crying that night, I hated myself even more. My friends really were the best, they tried helping me through it... sadly it wouldn't work..

8th grade, found out I wasn't straight, and still suicidal, and planned an entire suicide. And managed to fuck it up cuz I handed out the notes to my friends at school like a A class, professional dumbass.
Also I told them about my anxiety and how I don't do good around a lot of people.

Basically, they didn't believe me said my "sexuality" was "a product of environment".
They were pissed, and yelled at me, mainly my dad.
Still said he thought it was for attention.
My mom and dad, sat me down in he living room, and quizzed me about my anxiety, and didn't yell at either of my brothers for butting in yet fussed at me for getting upset at them. They didn't believe me about my anxiety.
But couldn't open their fucking eyes enough to notice I was having one right in front of them.
Cried myself to sleep.

Then my big brother got sick.

9th grade rolled around, I was doing somewhat good.

I was panicky yes, but ya know, I had just started Highschool, it was normal.

Eventually that faded, and the year had started a bit. I hung with friends and was actually pretty happy to be around all of them again.

Then the drama starts.

So, T. Let's call the K-garten girl that. (The one I knew from that grade till now)

And...B, and L. Two of my female friends that had started dating. Now these two were off and on through Jr high. Ya know, that couple.

Now B and L were great friends of mine I was close with both.

And, in comes T.
A jealous whore who wanted to steal B from L.

Now me being me, I decided, okay get on her(T's) side, and figure everything out then tell L and B.

And so I did that. And in order to do that I played along, lied here and there.

So basically here's the wrap.

T- likes B, wants her for herself

Me- lied said I like L, also my close friend to see what T had in store.

And for about a week this went on.

After that week, I told L.

L told B.

L and B cleared things up with each other.
(T flirted with B on SC and lied saying B flirted back n stuff)

Now L, promised to keep quiet about me ratting T out.

And obviously as you've guessed, she didn't.

I was pissed.
I did what I did to save her's and B relationship.

Now I couldn't give -0 shits about L at that moment.

B, was my girl, me and her were hella close. I mean shit, our Moms knew each other(while my mom didn't like her mom cuz B's mom is a worthless druggy bitch) me and B were basically sisters.

I'd do just about anything for her.
And seeing as L was her GF and I'd know L for around two years, I wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to their relationship.

I wanted them to be happy.

But L, went and fucked it up.

So that's how we got to the bus and window situation.

T, threatened over message, to bash my head through the school bus window.

Now see, through the messages beforehand, I tried to calm everything down being the peacemaker I am.(not really I just always manage to fuck shit up.)

I told her the truth, all of it. I told her why I did it.
And all that.

Then I was blunt and told her how petty she was being, and how she was acting like a child and how she need to seriously chill. Honestly it wasn't a big deal.

This chick would laugh, and be proud about the fact she cheated on everyone she dated. Like tf?

And the fact she was throwing a fit over THIS, when we both knew it would never last and she would most likely cheat?

Hell no. I wasn't letting that happen.

I was loyal to my friends. And a whore wasn't gonna change that.

And so, she threatened me. I screenshoted the messages sent them to my mom(so I wouldn't have to give my phone over to the police officers cuz it's a piece of shit and would fuck up, and the screen likes to cut out. That would have been a shit show. So I saved them the suffering.) And yeah. Then T told B about how I said I "like L" when honestly, while L is okay to talk with and get along with, and while we had something going on a year before, she was a bitch.

And I wasn't about to date her.
All we had a year before was entirely sexual because of our hormones.
And it was only kissing and hickies.
By 9th grade I was over it.

I would much rather date someone else.

All L ever brings into a relationship is drama as well cuz all her ex's are assholes and like to start shit with her knew Bfs or Gfs.

But yeah, anyway. After that was the "I'm a fucking lunatic" bs.

And now I'm Homeschooled and my mom barely ever says "it's cause she was bullied" and more "it's cause the doctor said it would be best for her big brother's health."

Ahh, it honestly felt so good to get all of this off my chest. Like shit.

Also I told my mom about me being an Age regressor(Agere) she actually didn't like overreact or anything.
She actually said it was normal for maturing or already mature females mainly, while it is possible for males.
My mom took psychology. :)

I honestly love both of my parents so much though. I am genuinely grateful for everything.

While we all had our moments, brothers included. (A.k.a arguments with big bro &lil bro as well as fist fights with lil bro)

I still love them with everything in me. I would never change my family for the world. 💓💓

Well, that's it!

Desi out!

Bye~💖