The Story Of A Girl;
Part 1
This isn't a true story,
and is entirely fiction. comments?
Everyday, of every year, of every minute, of every second, I
am regretting everything that i've ever done in my entire life.
I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate who i've become,
I hate exstistance. I feel like killing myself
everyday.. but I manage to will myself to get out of
bed everyday.. even though I just want to go back to sleep and
never wake up again.
My father is a drunk, he's been a drunk my whole life and never
given a damn. I live in
an apartment complex with my father. Theres only been one
person who has ever cared about me. And she isn't even alive
anymore, she died about two hours after i was born; My mother. She
bled to death, with no one by her side. The dotors said that she
was fine, when really after they left the nurse forgot to check on
her. I dont care, It's not like i'm mad at whoever that nurse
is. I'm just a big accident anyways, they didn't plan me.
My mom was young, my dad was drunk; of coarse. I know the
whole story, I learned all of this when I was 10, he was
sober for about 3 hours. Thats when he told me everything that I
wanted to know, what I needed to hear. I wish he never
told me, that was the day I started cutting, they day I decided not
to care
anymore.