I’m not, but my god you are!:o Thankyou <3 x x

I know people do care, I honestly do, but I’m not letting people waste their time on me okay? ‘Go out and live’ oh yeah sure, lets go out into a world where I’m constantly judged for what I wear, how I look, WHO I AM. I don’t shoot people down, I just want them to understand, I don’t want attention.

If you really want to know I guess :/ I’m going to write it as a short story, because I don’t want to go into detail. 

I was born with both my mum and dad, but my dad used to beat my mom and brother when he was drunk, he got taken away by the police and I haven’t seen him since, Then we moved to a new house and my mum got a new boyfriend, he was really really nice, other than the fact he was a peedophile. He tried to do something but I told my mom and he was too arrested, then we moved to a new house once again, and my mom found this game, and met a guy on it called Ian, they got together and I actually liked him, but he spent most of my mums money and left us broke, we had to move to scotland with my mums friend, but he thought of my mum more than a friend and things got weird. We had to move again because he wouldn’t take no for an answer. We moved in with another one of her friends and he was nice and all, and I was happy for a while, his ex was a bit weird as were his kids but I liked it there. Then we got a house on a council estate and we moved there, school was nice, the neighbourhood, not so much. In the first three weeks of moving in someone was stabbed outside my house, and we lived opposite a drug dealer, school quickly got bad, and my grandad was diagnosed with cancer and thats where my depression began, I would stay off school and stay in my room, I missed alot of school so when I eventually went back I had missed on alot of learning and I was dropping grades. We finally moved to my current house and Thats when it really kicked in. School was alright,  had friends, I guess, I just don’t think they like me much. I always feel like an outsider, that everyone wants me to go away. Home was shittier. My mom drinks nearly every night, then wonders why we’re broke. When my brother lived with me she used to be violent and was also occasionally violent with me, One night when everything kicked off I locked myself in my room and she hit a whole through it with a hammer, nearly hitting my head and smashed my TV. I had to call my grandparents later that night as my mom was threatening to swallow razor blades. My brother now Lives with my grandparents and I’m stuck here. School is shit. Home is shit. Life is shit. Hurrah!

That’s my sob story, tah-dah!