This has been bugging me lately. People normally tell me I have a good life but, obviously they don't seem to know me very well..
I'm 13, grew up with an abusive father. He left me, my mom, and 2 sisters last year on Oct.15. I'm glad he left but I can't help to feel somewhat depressed.
He ended up getting some other woman pregnant. (due in December).
I also got involved with drugs/alcahol last year but now i've decided to stop. I realize how stupid I was. So never again..
Over the summer I was saved by god, while visit My friends and Family in Texas. I really miss them all down there.
There's days where I feel sucidle or days where I hate myself. I wake up just about everyday wondering and asking myself why I'm still on this earth.
My question is, what is the point of life? I really don't want to hear things like "to live and die" or "to be happy" because to me, that won't happen. "at least not anytime soon"
2007-09-16
12:02:04
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BAMF.
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