My past was a hard one. Growing up with a dad that was a drunk, druggie, and abusive was not easy. Most nights my mom and I would go hungry and hide trying not to upset my dad. No one knew until one day when my dad came into school and dragged me out. He was in another drunken rage. Thats when everyone found out. Finally after a long time my mom and I ran away. We escaped him, but it was to late. The scars had already gone to deep. We were never the same. Sometimes I still wake up screaming and crying. I'm just glad I don't have to go through with that anymore. I'm just so glad.
 Anubis_Girl_666 · Tue Sep 02, 2008 @ 01:16am · 1 Comments |
