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Ok so here it goes...... My childhood was ok until my Dad was playing around with my Mom ok it was me my brother and my Dad and we went out to eat and when we came home he said to my Mom "some girl was hitting on me and she kissed me" and so she got mad and came to me and my brother (we where proble three) and she said "What happen when u guys left" and we said "Nothing we just went out to eat" and she said "Dont lie to me" and we said "Where not" and she got mad still and she got a metal hanger and hit us with it becuz she thought we where lieing and after a wile she held us in her arms cuz she felt bad but i guess she got the habbit of hitting us so when all of us where growing up when we did not clean the house we would get hit if we did not go to sleep she would hit us and then my Dad started hitting my Mom cuz he was drunk so he was kinda psycotic so he abused my Mom in frount of Me and my brthers and sisters i cried becuz of that and i was soo scared i loved my Dad soo much and he abused me too and i realized that he would hit me harder than everyone eles and so i had cuts and bruses everywhere i was beat up all the time when i was little we would get hit with anything they get there hands on like brooms, hangers, poles, sticks, etc.... And then my Dad was with my uncles one day and they got pulled over one day and he went to jail and i cried i still loved him evan what he did to me and so we visited him every weekend and i talked to me and when i was 5 i found out that they transedferd him to Mexico and so every nite for 8 years i cried every nite for him and my Mom stoped hitting us every nite i would think of him and i would cry and my Mom would try to comfert me and i would still cry and she promised me that we would go vist him one day and so i waited and waited and when i was 12 we went to Mexico go to see him and so we looked for him and we went thourgh a muddy rode and we allmost got stuck and so we walked some of it and we found a house and i saw him and i yelled "Daddy" i was soo happy to see him and i started to cry and i huged him for soo long and so we walked back to the van and he talked to my Mom for a wile and he got in the van and i was soo happy he was comeing back home with us and he told us that he was going to change he told us that he was going to be a good man and that he will be nice he told us that over and over again and so one month pasted he went back to his old self again and he hit me worse than he did befor he grab a think broom we had and he hit me on the leg with it and it broke on my leg and my Mom stoped him from hitting me again and he said i desuved it and my Mom told me to show her my leg and there was allready a bruse the size of a mans arm and she said "He did not deserv that he is ur own flesh and blood" and he walked off and one day he allmost killed my mom he had a knife held to her throt and at that time i thought i was going to lose my Mom i was soo scared and my Aunt did not want me to get hurt so she held me back but my Mom got out of it ok and we went though abuse for 2 years then my Mom tried to call the cops and they did not do anything and if they did they would have to arrest my Mom too becuz she broght my Dad over to the United States when he was suppost to be in Mexico so we moved out and went to well My Step Dad House and we stayed there and my Mom told me that my Dad Favered my Brother more than he did me and that made me think thats y he hit me harder that he did Emmanuel and so 1 year has pasted and he was nice and my mom and him got married and then i think 1 month pasted and he asked my mom did i remeind her of my Dad and she said "Im not going to lie to u, Yes" and he did not say anything about it then he started hiting us like my real Dad did but not as wores but i still did not want to go though that again and so i got depressed and 1 year pasted i was 15 and my brother told me that i should just go kill myself and later on that nite i started to cut my self i dont know y i was just soo depressed and i carved the word Hate into my left arm (its one of my enters in my journal entrys I Just Fell Like Dieing) and everyone at school got mad at me and i got hit buy some people and i kinda ignor it and then later on that month in November I Got Kicked Out (Also one of my entrys) so i went to my friends house at 11:00 p.m. and well u know the rest and the other Time i got kicked out (allso one of my entrys) so now im here in the place im happy at but i just wanted to shair this story with you.

P.S. *Meow* I cried through this whole entry, pics going thourgh my head about the past but ill be ok. *Sniff*