When I was 12, I always told myself, "I don't think I'm going to make it to 15".
When I was 12, I always told myself, "I don't think I'm going to make it to 15". To this day, I'm still surprised I made it, I'm 15 right now, going to be 16 on Saint's Patrick's Day. Ironic huh? Luckiest day of the year, but no luck to be found on a person born on it.
When I was 3 my parents divorced, when I was 5 my biological father began to forget about me. 7-10, I lost all my friends when they didn't want to stand with a pathetic pig that everyone bullied. After all, who wants to risk getting bullied just for a friend? 11, I was in a terrible accident that should've killed me, every once in a while I kinda wish it did. At 12 I found out my biological father is an alcoholic, which is why he lost care for me. Same year, his side of the family stole from me when I was still crippled then abandoned me.
Through 13 and 14 I had to deal with the things my father was doing, my isomnia and my nightmares. I started seeing things, hearing voices. These voices made me start cutting, something I've recently gotten over luckily.
Now, at 15, I'm currently deal with my mom and her fiancé are fighting, her fiancé is abusive but she can't leave him yet.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I don't see anything good in my future.