About

I hate cowards.
I am hateful.
I am angry.
I am vengeful.
I always hold a grudge.
I'll do anything to win.
I'm very competitive.
I am loving.
I am sweet.
I am caring.
I am loyal.
I stand behind my beliefs with the utmost confidence.
I will say whats on my mind even if it hurts you.
I will destroy you.
I will corrupt you.
I will sadden you.
I will shake your beliefs.
I can't give in.
I can't forgive.
I can't forget.
I can't stay forever like this.
So many things make me want to cry.
I hate crying.
I am seen as an idiot, though I am smart.
I am seen as a b***h, though it's mere honesty.
I am seen as a heartless monster, who hates family.
I am always betrayed by those I trust the most.
I cannot trust you.
You can trust me.
Give me reason and I'll break you.


I am fourteen, and I have trust issues. When I was about nine, my mother was sent to a mental asylum for the second time by her mother. My grandmother brought me to her family shrink where I was told: "This is all your fault, this never would've happened if you just obeyed and did as you were told."My sister was told our cats would be killed if we were to leave. When we got away and my mother came back, she was shaken and scared. We left my grandmothers house in the middle of the night. Where I grew angry at them technically kidnapping my oldest sister by not letting her leave the house. I am poor. You can make fun of me for living in a trailer park, you can make fun of me for living in a homeless shelter, but I survived, would you have? I am not afraid of my past or to face my fears. All my life I have been fighting for my place in the world. I am happy and optimistic, angry and mournful, contradicted and smashed. I am going on, are you? I let go of things on the outside, I hate you on the inside. I love girly things and boyish things, I trust none other then my siblings. I am good at sports and supposed awesome at art. My ambitions lie with myself and in gaming. I will be better then you because I can't allow you to be better then me. I love hurting people, and I love making them happy. I love and hate everything about me, but most of all
I hate everything about you. Now I did not write this to get sympathy or pity, rather if you give this to me, I will shun you. I am telling you of who I am and why I am the way I am. If I confuse you, that's too bad. If you cry on my shoulder, I'll most likely push you away, if I am crying, it will only be on the outside. If I am hurt, it will be by my own hand.