My story? Pg 7
- When all this shit happened in pg 6 I was probably close to 14 years old give or take. I was defiant as hell. I yelled back at my mom and Jason, got suspended, was honestly an asshole at home. At school I was a joker. And my grades reflected that. School was my only escape. And I didn’t understand the teaching so I goofed off instead. Had fun. When I got home I’d leave. Jason didn’t give a fuck. I’d walk to a friends house. And we’d hang till dark. Then I’d come home eat dinner and go to bed. Dad was unable to get me more and more. Due to gas prices, he also moved to the northern part of Michigan by traverse. So it was 3 hours one way. I had fun in middle school but had a Lil too much fun, failed 8th grade. Lost all my friends. They went to highschool and I stayed. I was devastated. Thought my life was over. I even tried committing suicide. With a knife, I didn’t have the guts to try to cut my own throat open Plus I told my self that I was fucking stupid. I wanted to live. Back then that was a big deal. The embarrassment and all the bullying I’d receive, I thought suicide was the answer. But like I said, I was all mixed in my emotions. I didn’t want to die at all. Just be free of this bullshit. I was done living like this.