Seriously, what type of family im a living in? Who can people actually survive in this hellhole im in? Can i just run away from home and never look back? I really want. mad serious. But i know i cant afford to look after myself.
Who has a curfew when you are reaching 18? Who has a allowance of 60 a week when you are in poly? Whos mother wont even give them money to buy clothes? WHO DOESNT HAVE TH FREEDOM OF GOING TO CHURCH IN SINGAPORE!
Fuckmylife, seriously. it SUCKS to be me. But, i have to say, rasing voices and throwing banging stuff is getting pretty old. Newflash, it does not work anymore. I was scared from young, look at my dad (before he fell ill.) Th animal made me sleep outside th house for 5 days, thrown me out to stay with my grandma, caned me till i had blueblacks all over my body so that when i go to school, everyone could see it, whack me on th head with a featherduster continuously, smash my phone with a metal pipe.
I've had th worse, trust me when i say, scolding no longer works on me.
A friend of mine said its because its a school night. FA LAH! She never EVER asked "hows school" or "whats your grades", "anything special happened in school today?" FUCK FUCKERY FUCK! You dont give a damn about my life so why th fuck am i explaining myself to you.
Say im getting out of hand? FUCK WHEN WAS I EVER IN YOUR HANDS?!cb. its not like i was out selling my body for clothes or food or for th fun of it! i was at CHURCH for crying out loud! CHURCH! th one place i bet other parents BEG their children to go to. You may not choose to believe that here is a God but who are you to tell me what i should believe in and not to believe in? FREEDOM, freedom to choose what i want to believe in! Wheres that freedom im stripped off? WHERE TH FUCK IS IT?
Can some kind soul just adopt me? I should have totally made a police report on my dad afew years back and now i am be in foster care or shit. at least i will be leading a better life. not physically but spiritually at least.
God, please gimme strength.
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