Me and my family had to leave our home because of the war, and although i somehow got over some of my friends getting killed, i never got over me missing our house and my grandmother, that is still there.
My Dad used to beat me,and me mom a lot when he drank. Now I try to be the best dad I can be to my to boys. I regret the time I lost teaching myself morals and values the hard way. I secretly feel as like I'm going to fail them like mine failed me.
My family is very protective upon me talking to people online. What they don't know is that i'm helping suicidal teens and other people to stay alive, giving them a friend that cares and won't judge or go away. I'm scared to tell my family because they might make me leave...
When I was in 6th grade, I was always taunted by this guy. One day I went ballistic, punched him, threw him to the ground and cussed him out. When the teacher saw me, she went over to him and said, "This is what you get for being a jerk to girls."
