your childhood is supoesdly the best time of your life. right? not for me. as i share my heart felt story with you, i want you to know that i've been approached about self mutalation. as the story goes i guess you could say childhood was pretty normal, i had a dad a mom and a brother, and we were very close to grandparents aunts, ect. up to about when i was eleven my father moved out, away to new york to be exact. Eleven was when i changed, not for the better, but not for the wost. i guess you could say i met my rebelious years. as time went on, i made a lot of bad desicions, and a lot of wrong choices with who i spent my time with. that pushed me and my mother father apart, to a point of degree where we didn't talk. if i did something wrong i would be grounded, and that was it. no talking about what i did, no talking about why it was wrong. being grounded all the time made me more angry, and i decided to take action. sneaking out every night. it was habbit i guess you could say. after i was caught the first time, my summer was over. no friends, no life. after being grounded for almost a month i was different. changing how i acted with my mom, speaking to her in a differnt matter. the threat she used was that i would be out of the house to new york with my father. i cared about leaveing my friends, but living with my mother was hell. i decided instead of having to deal with her, i would cut myself and all my pain would ease away. it helped me. until my principle got involved. my mother was informed and she put on her "i feel like a horrible mother" act and cried. she said she would do better, and honestly for a little while she did. until her drinking picked up, and she was drunk almost every night. now it's still the same, we have no relationship, and we don't talk or involve each other in every day life. my father is out of the picture, but my brother and i seem to stand strong, even through all the rough times, and the heart breaks. it may not always be easy to just get over something and move on. same goes to forgiving people who have changed your life to a certain degree where you don't find life a privelage. two years i went through life not knowing what i had to live for. Knowing how some people out there still feel this way is heart breaking if you know what it's like. and i just want to tell everyone that, there is always someone to talk to, your friends, an aunt, an uncle, even your principle or a well trusted teacher. alall though that sounds like something a televeision show, or a paper would say.but i really do mean it. i didn't have a relationship with my principle until sixth grade. now he is one of my many trusted and well respected "heros" i guess you could say. there will always be someone ready to pull you up when you fall down.
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