Hello I'm a girl, and no one understands my problem. I cut I started when my father hit me. He is an alcoholic and cheated on my mother. My mother died last year before mother's day. I visit her every day and have lovely conversations with her. I have no friends and I'm hated. People write mean things on my desk, locker, even on my clothes. I just want one friend.




One day I was reading a book and i saw the word "bastard". Since i was only 7, I asked my mom what it was. She said "your father".




One time i was riding the bus and an older woman got in with her grand daughter. They were looking for a seat and the little girl pointed at the one next to me. Her grandma told her something in french and walked away with her. The problem is that i know french. She said "don't sit by the hooker".




Yesterday I went to the house of the girl that I love and I played her favorite song. She came outside smiling and as I was done she gave me a high five. A high five. Worst moment ever.




Yesterday i went to the grocery store and stole some food. It was for the homeless man that lives next to it. I don't know if i should feel guilty or not...



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