I'm so done with people complaining about their lives. Y'know your life could be a lot worse Deaths_Flower! All I've seen you do is complain about how terrible your life is and I'm sick of it! You have no idea what pain really is.... And to all of you out there who think your lives are miserable just because of a few fucking rules then listen the FUCK up! I'm about to tell you my story and you better listen because it WILL teach you something...

        When I was born my biological mother gave me to my alcoholic and drug addict father. I was with him for the first few years of my life until my aunt Megan found me living in a small dress with no undies on, my hair matted and unhealthy, constantly getting raped by my father and his friends at the age of three or four. Then my aunt Nancy took me in and for a bit things where good and Aunt Nancy wanted to adopt me but my uncle Dennis had been persuaded by my great grandfather to not allow me into the family... I went to foster care... I was diagnosed with Autism and ADHD combined type at the age of 5 during a psychiatric evaluation. I was adopted at the age of seven by a family that wasn't even genetically related to me and at the age of 12 I got a reevaluation and they discovered on top of my current problems I have Anxiety disorder and Written Expression Disorder. At the age of 13 my adoptive mother moved out to Wisconsin so she could start a new life without the house payments. My dad suffered from a multitude of problems (including heart disease) that only got worse. He threatened to kill us (I have two sisters with me at that time) and once slammed my head against a counter full force because I didn't clean it right. He had been a good father before his problems... And I couldn't stand seeing him like this. Then, before we said goodbye to dad to go to mom in Wisconsin and dad had us order French fries for him and I told him "Dad are you trying to kill yourself?" And he answered by saying " Yeah because I can't stand you. " we got to Wisconsin and for a time things were good but then... April 13... Mom got a call... Dad... Had died... And I didn't even get to say goodbye. The last thing he told my mom to say to me was "You are a bright young girl, don't let what the world says bother you one bit because you will make it one day."

So if you think your life is bad... At least you aren't in Africa suffering from Malaria and poverty, having to beg on the streets while you pull a 6ft long Guinea Worm from your leg! You are better then this! I survived this long haven't I? And I'm gonna keep living! And tags what the rest of you who think your life is meaningless should do to! I keep on living cause I know one day I will find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I will make myself heard and claw my way through society's standards and say "Screw what society thinks! I'm my own person!" And if I can. ... SO CAN YOU!