IT'S LIKE, A NEW FAD OR SOMETHING. "HEY. LET'S MAKE FAGO FEEL EVEN MORE LIKE s**t BECAUSE HER LIFE ISN'T HARD ENOUGH AS IT ******** IS!!!!"
Read what this b***h posted about me in my journal just from reading the one entry [my latest entry]:
Read what this b***h posted about me in my journal just from reading the one entry [my latest entry]:
Modeling_Is_My_Dream
well if your life is so "horrible" (liar) then why don't you f**cking kill ur self? that will be an acomplishment for everyone that knows you xp
Her PM's are set to "Friends Only" so if some of you want to b***h her out either by befriending her and PMing her or commenting her, that'd be lovely. D': You all know what's gone on with my life. I even wrote it all out in another guild for them to not judge me:
"I get PM's and comments all the time from random rude people saying that their lives are worse than mine. I delete them instantly because that's utter bull-s**t. Just because you didn't get the concert tickets you wanted or because your stupid cat died doesn't make your life worse than mine. So here's my life story. Comment on it, whatever. I just want people to understand why I get so upset at people who claim their lives are worse than mine.
May 16th, 1992 I was born in Michigan. A small southern town near Detroit. My dad was very abusive towards my mother, and her family didn't believe her. In the early months of 1994, we moved to New Mexico, where me, my mother, and brother currently live today. My dad threatened to take me and leave my mom if she didn't come with them, so she reluctantly came along. Moving out here was an amazing experience and a total change of scenery to my parents. I was only two at the time; too young to remember. They bought a beautiful lot on a golf-course where we built our first house, aka the "Pink House" since it was stuccoed with pink stucco.
I grew up there, and when I was about five [in 1997], my little brother was born on September 25th. My parents didn't "feel" like raising another child, so they pretty much abandoned him and myself. I was a very naive little five-year-old, but I raised him. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I let him suffer and die. I matured very quickly, and gave up my child-hood to raise him. He's finally ten today, and I'm fifteen. I am very wise and mature and nobody understands why, since nobody realizes what I had to do for my brother. To this day, he has never thanked me for anything I have done or sacrificed to him. Anyway.
When my brother was about three/four years of age and I was pushing ten, my family moved back to Michigan, this time in a hick town upstate named Gaylord. My father bought a motel there, but I won't name it on account of privacy reasons. This messed up our whole family. My parents were getting more physical, and my mom cheated on my dad. My dad beat me to take out his anger, and I took the beating for my brother. I had bruises everywhere, and I have a scar that goes all the way across my face from him. I was talked horribly to; things you wouldn't even say to a dog. I was in fourth grade.
We [we being my mom, brother and I] moved back to New Mexico when I was in fifth grade, almost the end of the year. I wasn't accepted back with all the friends I currently made; I was the outcast of the school. We moved back to Michigan because we sold our beloved "Pink House" and had to come crawling back to my father. Within the first eleven months of being there, my mom, brother and I lived in a total of thirteen different places. It was awful. I transferred schools twice in that whole time, and finally after seventh grade, we moved back to New Mexico. My dad stayed in Michigan to tend to his precious motel.
Side notes. I lost nine friends to death. Four [my friend Peter, his mom, dad and brother] to 9/11. My closest friend ever, Tyler Maverick and his brother Jason Maverick to suicide. Faith and Kenny to drunk drivers. Jack to suicide. Even though he raped me, we were such good friends before hand. I don't miss him at all, though. From him raping me, I'm glad he killed himself.
But here's where it gets interesting. A few months before we [being my mom brother and I] moved back to New Mexico from Michigan, I was raped by my best friend. He killed himself the week later out of guilt, but that's besides the point. Like my life wasn't hard enough, I had to get raped. I didn't get pregnant or any STD's from it, thankfully. Eighth grade. I was an outcast once again, until my acting/drama teacher [who shall remain un-named] became what you might call a "role model." I could talk to him about anything, and I suddently felt accepted. After talking to him, I made friends. I was accepted. I was starting to feel happy again. My mom, brother and I decided it was time to finally have a house. We hired the same guy who built our first house [who shall remain un-named]. He was a very close family friend. We trusted him. We gave him our life savings - 170,000 dollars - for a down payment for our new house. He got it framed and didn't pay any of the workers. After they framed it, he took the money and gave up on the job.
Which leads us to right now - my sophomore year in High-School. We have a civil case in court against him, and we're hoping to get our money back. We have gone through so much torment. And all this happened in a measley fifteen years.
So try telling me your life is worse than mine. Go ahead. I ******** dare you. All of this happened to me before I turned sixteen. I have gone through so much pain, suffering, and hard-ship. All before the age of sixteen."
"I get PM's and comments all the time from random rude people saying that their lives are worse than mine. I delete them instantly because that's utter bull-s**t. Just because you didn't get the concert tickets you wanted or because your stupid cat died doesn't make your life worse than mine. So here's my life story. Comment on it, whatever. I just want people to understand why I get so upset at people who claim their lives are worse than mine.
May 16th, 1992 I was born in Michigan. A small southern town near Detroit. My dad was very abusive towards my mother, and her family didn't believe her. In the early months of 1994, we moved to New Mexico, where me, my mother, and brother currently live today. My dad threatened to take me and leave my mom if she didn't come with them, so she reluctantly came along. Moving out here was an amazing experience and a total change of scenery to my parents. I was only two at the time; too young to remember. They bought a beautiful lot on a golf-course where we built our first house, aka the "Pink House" since it was stuccoed with pink stucco.
I grew up there, and when I was about five [in 1997], my little brother was born on September 25th. My parents didn't "feel" like raising another child, so they pretty much abandoned him and myself. I was a very naive little five-year-old, but I raised him. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I let him suffer and die. I matured very quickly, and gave up my child-hood to raise him. He's finally ten today, and I'm fifteen. I am very wise and mature and nobody understands why, since nobody realizes what I had to do for my brother. To this day, he has never thanked me for anything I have done or sacrificed to him. Anyway.
When my brother was about three/four years of age and I was pushing ten, my family moved back to Michigan, this time in a hick town upstate named Gaylord. My father bought a motel there, but I won't name it on account of privacy reasons. This messed up our whole family. My parents were getting more physical, and my mom cheated on my dad. My dad beat me to take out his anger, and I took the beating for my brother. I had bruises everywhere, and I have a scar that goes all the way across my face from him. I was talked horribly to; things you wouldn't even say to a dog. I was in fourth grade.
We [we being my mom, brother and I] moved back to New Mexico when I was in fifth grade, almost the end of the year. I wasn't accepted back with all the friends I currently made; I was the outcast of the school. We moved back to Michigan because we sold our beloved "Pink House" and had to come crawling back to my father. Within the first eleven months of being there, my mom, brother and I lived in a total of thirteen different places. It was awful. I transferred schools twice in that whole time, and finally after seventh grade, we moved back to New Mexico. My dad stayed in Michigan to tend to his precious motel.
Side notes. I lost nine friends to death. Four [my friend Peter, his mom, dad and brother] to 9/11. My closest friend ever, Tyler Maverick and his brother Jason Maverick to suicide. Faith and Kenny to drunk drivers. Jack to suicide. Even though he raped me, we were such good friends before hand. I don't miss him at all, though. From him raping me, I'm glad he killed himself.
But here's where it gets interesting. A few months before we [being my mom brother and I] moved back to New Mexico from Michigan, I was raped by my best friend. He killed himself the week later out of guilt, but that's besides the point. Like my life wasn't hard enough, I had to get raped. I didn't get pregnant or any STD's from it, thankfully. Eighth grade. I was an outcast once again, until my acting/drama teacher [who shall remain un-named] became what you might call a "role model." I could talk to him about anything, and I suddently felt accepted. After talking to him, I made friends. I was accepted. I was starting to feel happy again. My mom, brother and I decided it was time to finally have a house. We hired the same guy who built our first house [who shall remain un-named]. He was a very close family friend. We trusted him. We gave him our life savings - 170,000 dollars - for a down payment for our new house. He got it framed and didn't pay any of the workers. After they framed it, he took the money and gave up on the job.
Which leads us to right now - my sophomore year in High-School. We have a civil case in court against him, and we're hoping to get our money back. We have gone through so much torment. And all this happened in a measley fifteen years.
So try telling me your life is worse than mine. Go ahead. I ******** dare you. All of this happened to me before I turned sixteen. I have gone through so much pain, suffering, and hard-ship. All before the age of sixteen."
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