User:Braicebaby

Yo waddup. Braicebaby (talk) 05:20, 18 March 2019 (UTC)Sit down, buckle up and get ready to be emotionally damaged, just like me. It all began when I was born. My arm broke and my nerves ripped, but my doctor told me that everything was fine. Fast forward 4 years and what do you know? I have to have surgery, only to have a giant scar, more nerve damage and a semi-acceptable arm. Moving on literally only 2 years later, right after my birthday, my father goes to prison for sexually abusing my sister multiple times. My mother falls into the pit of depression, destroying everything that reminds her of him. Photos, clothes, the old piano that I was teaching myself. All of it; gone in flames and Jack Daniels. So she meets the first guy to give her any attention and of course it's a crack addict who mentally abuses everyone. He gets her knocked up and out pops my little sister 9 months later. My older sister gets kicked out because of him, my mother loses her job, we go homeless and my grandparents, who were living behind us, get angry for god knows why and they abandon us and go to New York. Our neighbor takes us in for a bit but then dies of lung cancer. His brother blames us for his death and kicks us out. We find a place and get put in a trailer park. There I met the love of my life who cheated in me with my ugly friend. At this point I don't want to live. No father figure, no one to care, forced to go to a school everyday that absolutely hate. Things look bad right now, don't they? Well just you hold on. Now, my best friend who I loved dear to my life, stopped loving me back. She stopped telling me things and did stuff without me. She went prom shopping, got her permit and broke up with her boyfriend; telling me last. Now, after all of this has died down in my soul, I've turned into a quiet, anxiety filled shut in and everyone has the audacity to ask why. Thanks for listening.