My story.
When I was younger i lived with my dad.I lived with him till i was about six then i moved in with my grandparents.I lived with them till i was nine.My mom had left my dad when i was about three i guess.But then all of a sudden my mom wanted to be part of my life.I moved in with her and my 2 other brothers and 2 sisters when i was nine.Being a military kid all of a sudden was a weird change i didnt know what to expect because i was the weird private school girl.My first year was 5th grade.That year was so scary and i wished it never happened.5th grade introduced me to drugs alcohol sex and all that other stuff.I was to scared to do any f it so i was teased and made fun of while my perfect sister Angela was so popular and so pretty and im never as good as her.Since im the oldest of my moms kids then i was blamed for everything.I was thrown into reality too fast too soon.As far as i was concerned i was still this little girl who had been sheltered all her life.6th grade was hard because we had to move at the end of it yet again.6th grade i was an emotionall train wreck.It felt good though to be "in" but it seemed like everytime i was happy something went wrong wether it was in my family school ect. the end of 6th grade was when the cutting started for me i did it for fairly good reasons.I was outcast by my friends things were all too wrong in my home and i couldnt trust anyone.7th grade.7th grade is the worst grade for me so far.My step dad hates me and to be honest i hate him.y mom doesnt trust me nd she doesnt get my side of the story.Reform school or street are the only options she gives me when i threaten to leave.I cant take her anymore and its messing me up in the head.She beats me,her and Jerry the step dad.Ive had bruises and marks.Ive had to hide them but its hard when its on my face.They call me names.They accuse me of things ive never even heard of.The thing is what parents dont get these days is that kids do what you tell them not to do.REVERSE PHYSCOLOGY people.What i dont understand is that they wonder why im hurting myself.Thats the icing on top of the cake isnt it?
My mom doesnt understand why i would rather be in my room reading then talking to her or hanging out with her.The my step dad throws fits over why we cant be a family.They get mad at me for stupid reasons then when my sister does the same thing its a slap on the back of the hands it just rolls right over.She skips the ENTIRE storm.Then that storm decided to inhabbit my breathing space.Ive starved myself for weeks.Ive burnt myself Ive cut Ive thrown up Ive locked myself in my room Ive slept for hours at a time only waking up to go to the bathroom.Ive pinched myself Ive bitten myself Ive broken body parts on purpose.You name it.
Thats my story.
Katie
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