My life. :). My life. I felt that I wanted to share with you. This is my home when everything else sucks.. Sup' guys. Darlingjojo here. Lately I' seen alet of f feels Life Story
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My life. :). My life. I felt that I wanted to share with you. This is my home when everything else sucks.. Sup' guys. Darlingjojo here. Lately I' seen alet of f

My life. I felt that I wanted to share with you.
This is my home when everything else sucks.

Sup' guys. Darlingjojo here.
Lately I' seen alet of feels storys en
here, T thaught I' d share mine as well.
T was bern the 19th of August 1995, a
regular middleclass family. T have a big sister,
three small sisters and a little brather. All the
younger siblings are the predict of my fathers
new marriage. But I' ll get that.
T was bern a little, husky ginger kid. T had
a big head and was bullied alet. That led me
became a very quiet persin with a let of
anger" issues. T weild often sit in the Lerner
of the kindergardens playground, crying by myself.
Dne time T even tried commit suicide. Mind the
fact that T was anly 4 years eld at the time.
That led a let of trebble with my parents,
because they didn' t know hew respond the
fact that their little bey was suicidal at such a
young age. It continued up until a couple of days
befire T turned seven. Daly be worsened by the
fact that my father left us. New it was anly me,
my sister, and my mather. She werked like crazy,
went through abusive : , her mathers
untimely death{ lung cancer. She was SE}, and twe
very sad kids.
T was still as isolated as ever, and T was daing
really bad in schewl. My father picked up contact
with me and my sister after a couple of months of
ceeling dawn. He seemed different in seme way.
Like he cared fer us new. Net in a heart felt way,
but as if he felt he had because of the fact he
left us. T didn' t understand it.
Being IO years eld, my grandfather committed suicide,
wich anly led me mere inte it. T was terrified of
death, but T was drawning in reality. My mental absence
was later labeled with autism. Aspergers Syndrome
be precise. That led me be moved inte a
Special Ed class, and isolated me even mere frem
the few friends that T had. Suicide was still a daily
thaught, and cutting was new my escape frem it.
12 years eld and using my whale bedy as a cutting
beard. T was ashamed of myself. I' d seen the scars
en my sisters arm, and T was aware that my arms,
legs, hands, and terse weild leek like that in a few
years. My father was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma,
uncureable caner, in state 3 eut of 4.
The thaught of leasing my dad was terrifying, T
did what T felt needed be dene. T tried my best
make him pread of me. T picked up a guitar
make him happy, by playing his faverite sangs fer him.
T cut my hair, and T started getting better grades.
Although, all of that collapsed when my mather was
diagnosed with breast cancer a few months later while
my father was still in treatment.
That led me, 13, starting heavy drugs, drink,
smake, commit crimes, and just being an asshole. My
Eead Bey" project just crumbled in my hands, and T
became the delinquent my family didn' t have the reem
Frem age 13 15, my relationship with drugs and
alcahol worsened. T was daing amphetamine daily,
T weild pep pills while daing underage drinking,
and werst of all; T neglected the family whe needed
their sen back.
My sad stery is seen at an end. This is where it gets
positive. Dr at least less negative. ;}
When T rounded my 16th birthday. Things started
well. T had ene true friend befire that, and
T was geing barding schewl. He went with me, and
due the fact that the schewl anly had 40 students
in tital, everybady was friends. My depression was
fading, my suicide attempts stepped, and life
started make sense me again. Even thaugh
T needed a little time fer myself ence in a while,
they all respected it. T was still daing drugs, but
new it was just the fix. T didn' t need it get
my meed high anymore. New it was just my bedy' s
Fast forward new. I' m a happy, clean, and leving
young man. I' m almost 13, I' getten myself a receed
deal, my parents are pread of me, and the family is
united. My dad has a new wife, and my mather has
a boyfriend. Se they' re beth happy.
Even thaugh life is a bitch, I' ll let yeu know
that it' s passible slam that bitch face first
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#4 - gunatyoface
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User avatar #6 - niketheassassin
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I'm 15, im passing throught a bad situation also, but not as bad as this, its nice to know you made life your bitch, now im trying to make it mine
User avatar #14 to #6 - darlingjojo [OP]
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Life IS gonna be your bitch in due time.
User avatar #15 to #14 - niketheassassin
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thanks bud, i really needed that
User avatar #10 - carneymaster
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words help, but only so much. All i can give you is a thumb and words. but since your doing so well you dont really need the words to much. Keep a chin up and remember atleast your not in Africa. That sounds really bad but it does help me.
User avatar #12 to #10 - darlingjojo [OP]
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Thank you very much!
#5 - anon
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im confused. i thought you said your parents had cancer. did they just get cured or do they still have it or what?
User avatar #7 to #5 - darlingjojo [OP]
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My mom is completely cured. She is starting to have her first mosquito bites in the last 5 years. That means the radiation is out of her body.
And as I said, my fathers cancer is incureable. He will always have it, and it can break out anytime.
User avatar #8 to #7 - toxicllamas
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I wanna hug you now :3 But honestly, I've been there/kinda am there.. If you ever wanna talk.... I'm here! OH! And my birthday is September 20 1995, thought it was pretty funny idk.. okai.
User avatar #11 to #8 - darlingjojo [OP]
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I was born a month too early... I was originally due to September 24th, but I was like "**** dis ****! I'mma get out and do ****!"
And you can have a BIG hug!
#13 to #7 - anon
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oh i got it. good for your mom and godspeed to you!
#16 - anon
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I feel like I can relate to you. Many things you said I have in common. My dad killed himself when I was 10 and it's gone all down hill from there. I started sneaking out and, at 12, I started weed. I have so much anger and feelings built up that I thought my mom was the cause of my problems. I started to hate her and show it. I stole money and did any drug I could. I told my mom I hated her, the only one who was there for me, the one that tucked me in and told me a story everynight. I got sent to a boarding school and I got expelled, came home, got expelled from a Christian school, and almost got expelled from public school last year. My mom now has breast cancer and is going into surgery soon. I know I'm a burden to her, I dont like myself too much either.. Is there any advice you have to get over drugs and ******* up so much? I think Ive discovered I do what I do because of all the self loathing and deppression I have. I just feel hopeless...
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User avatar #3 to #2 - darlingjojo [OP]
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Thank you very much!
I didn't become arrogant, because I've never been popular... Not with the lady's either. xD
Life's a bitch. But someone'll always like you!
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