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Ok, listen up!
@ILoveMuffins
I went through similar, but not as bad, things and if you ever need to talk I'll be here. I feel bad now for saying those things.
If you lied (kind of hard to make something like that up) I will be furious.
I am not saying I have it worse than you I'm just trying to connect.
I am sooo sorry for saying those things to you!
Hey. I'm the same age as you are and I saw some of the comments you posted. I don't know if it's the fact that we have different personalities but I feel like someone of our age shouldn't be causing high school-esque drama like that. I understand you have been through a lot but you shouldn't take it out on other people like that. Before I knew we were the same age, I thought you were some young kid trolling the forums trying to get a rise out of people. Being older means being responsible for your actions and being a good role model for those younger than you. I think you hurt a lot of people with what you said to them. Honestly, that wasn't right of you. I'm trying to talk to you as an adult, rather than the child you've been acting like. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings but it's the truth. If you want to talk to me about your past, I'll be here for you, but you really need to start acting like a 19 year old instead of a 13 year old troll.
Ok, well everyone wants to know what my fucking problem is, here it is.
So when I was younger, my mom and dad were the best people ever. I truly loved them. I thought everything would just play out like it did in the movies. Well, when I was six, my mom died from being in a car crash. It devastated me and my dad. My dad didn't talk to me for two years, but when I turned eight, he started drinking, heavily. He started hitting me. He has raped me countless times, and it felt like such a dirty human being. When I turned 12, I started cutting. The razor was my only friend, other than my notebook, but I resorted to my razor. I'm 19 now, but I have had my razor since the first time I started using it. It's the only thing that understands me. No one else does, and I don't think they ever will. I had no friends in middle or high school, because I was officially considered a "suicidal emo freak." I was called so many more things, but that statement pretty much sums it up. When I was 15, I tried committing suicide. I had just gotten home from school, and when I came through my door, I was welcomed to a punch in the face. I fell, and I found it was my dad. He repeatedly kicked me, and told me to get out of his presence, so I went upstairs and went into my bathroom and locked it. I took out my razor and made three deep cuts in my arm. I started to feel dizzy, but before I knew it I blacked out. Of course no one found me but I woke up in my own pool of blood, surprised I was conscious. And when I was 17, I drank a whole bottle of cough syrup. I was taken to the hospital. My dad didn't care. When I turned 18, I left and here I am. I've been through shit and back. I'm so sorry if I offended anyone on here. Oh who am I kidding, I know I offended EVERYONE. I'm so sorry. It's just so much anger is built up in me from all the abuse.
I'm sorry if I offended anyone.
3/14/14