The story of my life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a story on my life and what's left of it.

Submitted: September 17, 2014

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e deeper. Something that will last longer. But the sucky part of that is right before school started I was raped for the third time by my brother. Then found out two days later I find out my adopted brother made these two boys lived with me and I make a porno. So I find out I'm five and in a kiddy porno. I guess now I'm doomed to be nothing. The only adult that actually listened to me has passed away and what do I get for the text two days ? Abuse. Once I wake up to my brother trying to get elbow deep and when I say stop I get hit over and over till I could hardly move. Then again the next night. One thing I've learned now is that people are vulgar. Trying to make as much cash as possible and thriving to come out on top no matter what. Or even to get what they want. Not caring who they step on or beat down to make it. Why does life really have to be a living hell? I feel like I'm I'm hell and everyone is trying to make it back up. I dread going to school or even breathe. Is this really how life is supposed to be ? Every day I question my faith because no matter how hard I pray God doesn't give me a single chance. But I still manage to press on a fake smile and laugh like I depended on it. At first suicide ran through my mind when I was really upset. Once every two months Maybe. then it became three times a month. Now, it's like at least five times a day rushing through my head trying to gather information and new ways to end it all. Now that I actually try to call for help I remind myself I now have no one to call. So for a few more days.. just till I make up my mind, I have to glue my press on smile back together and shove nothing but laughter out of my mouth. I always wanted to be the funny person that everyone loved. But I never knew the statement that the most amusing were usually the ones that were most depressed was true. But now, I know it's like a curse. A never-ending battle that you can't win. 


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