Ive got another story that is literally pouring out of me and I have to see if Ive got something so please comment.
Chapter one
Your kow how people say nothing can ever get more worse from already being worse, well whoever told you this is either a monk or some relgious freak preaching about the father, the son, and the holy whatever you call it. Its different to those who grow up with a father who drinks beer like a fish and thinks abuse is a hobby or to have a mother who is so out of it she dosent know up from down; this is when you realize it aint getting any better. At sixteen I was completly at my witts end and sick of waiting for things to get better. I can remember just to get the pain and anger out of my system I started a fight with the thoughest girl at our school, when we went at it I never felt the blows of her punchs, now dont get me wrong I whooped her ass. She never told anyone due to the fact I was a sophmore who wore ripped jeans and an ACDC shirts all the time so I never got into any trouble for it. To my surprize it never helped, only made it ten times worse.
At seventeen it wasnt any better so I placed a razorblade to wrist and cut, I didnt even feel the pain as the crimson red blood dripped onto the cold tiled floor. Laughing at what I had done, I walked into the school hallway and passed out.
Well Iam going to cut this one short and will continue shortly...plz crit
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