I want your thoughts on my child hood. My earliest memories. I lived in a cockroach infested apartment, I think I was 5. My step dad was abusive towards my mom and I. I woke up everyday, to fighting. If I did something wrong, my step dad would make a huge deal out of it, and hit me until it stung terribly. I had a lot of friends then, because I was in kindergarten and a huge softie because I didn’t know how to act and was abused, I literally cried everyday, and people felt bad for me. Another reason I had a lot of friends, I lived in a bad apartment complex, and a ton of other kids lived there too. I’m 5 now, we still live in the apartment. A stray cat comes, it was a savannah cat, mom wasn’t sure how such an expensive cat was a stray. The coolest (but kinda gross) trick is the cat knew how to use a toilet. My step dad, impregnated my mom. I was happy, thinking I would have a little brother or sister to be with. The cat runs away! Mom had a baby boy, we will call him “#”. #, looked kind of weird to me, but it didn’t bother me, for he was just a baby. Dad gets drunk, and strangles mom right in front of me, # was asleep. Mom got a new kitten! Mom’s parents invite us to live with them, I’m 6. The abuse continues. One night, grandpa finds me crying on my bunk bed. He asks me what’s wrong, I said mom and dad didn’t go along well. He then storms off to their room, asking them to cheer me up. They didn’t, but I acted happy. 1st grade, school is hard. I get bullied by everyone, for crying so much, and not being good at math. People kept calling me fat, and ugly. My teacher, gets suspicious of why I cry everyday. She reports my parents to child services, they question me, asking me what my parents do to me that makes me cry. I lie, and say that I just get hurt all the time. I’m 7. Mom breaks up with dad! I don’t know how to act around my brother… I hurt him on purpose a few times because that is all I knew.. I made him cry, and didn’t even care.. I start to get used to my brother, but he hates me. I’m 8. We move away to another town. I start school, it is still hard, and I have to start 1st grade again, but at the end of the school year. Next school year, I act emo. I was heavily exposed to a lot of pain, and I didn’t really have a personality. So I copied Raven’s from the Teen Titans. I keep the act up for 1 more year. I finally found myself. 9, I think I started 4th grade. Everything is hard. I had all F’s, my mom gets mad saying I would be a huge failure in life. I start to cry. My druggy aunt and uncle move into our new home. They steal a lot from us. Aunt claims mom has stole from her, she didn’t. In a fit of rage, she makes a false report on my mom for doing drugs, and being abusive to her kids. It was complete b*******. The next day at school, I’m called to the office. It’s child services. They ask me everything from what my mom sold online, what she does to # and I, and if I’m touched in places I shouldn’t be. I get back from the office, and everyone in class asks me why I left. I wasn’t aloud to tell them, and right then there was 3 teachers in the room. I can barely focus in class, my friends are so funny and crazy, I join them. 5th grade, I’m 10. I make a huge dance trend, and game. The game was called “family game” and you were basically playing a huge twisted and wacky game of house during the entire school day, everyone in my class played it. The dance? I never named it. We’re just going to call it the arm dip. You bent your knees a tiny bit, scooped your arms down as if you were about to lift something,(the top of your hand is showing, not the bottom) while moving your whole upper body side to side slightly. The dance became so popular, literally every kid in music class did it for the freeze game. 6th grade. I’m 12, I guess I kind of messed up the timeline but I honestly don’t know how old I was for a lot of the parts of my continuing childhood. 6th grade starts, I do good for 2 quarters. The last 2 quarters? I got all F’s and D’s but I didn’t care, because I found out what a G.E.D. is and if my mom passed highschool I’m sure I could too. During the 3rd quarter, I find out the person I thought was my bestfriend is a huge liar, so I stop talking to them, my other friends, don’t seem to care. They probably thought she was an annoying 2 face also. 4th quarter. My friends hate me, and I don’t know why. I think it was because they thought I had a crush on, let’s call her, “$$$”‘s boyfriend. I did. I didn’t care that I did because middle school relationships… Aren’t real relationships, and I knew the only way $$$ found out because one of my friends told her, while I was gone from school. Being sick. I later stop crushing on him, because he decided to “date” (I swear anything close to a date in middle school, would just be sitting next to each other) someone in middle school. Here I am. 12. It’s summer break from school. I cried while typing this, and took me an hour. Congrats if you have read this. I also feel really lonely, and want someone who would be friends with me, for me.

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