leochick123

Just "That Other Girl"
2011-12-13 10:48:28 (UTC)

Hello

Just another fifteen year old girl, taking things day by day. Well day by day with depression, Bulimia and emotional abuse. The way I describe things I've been through is rather simple. "I've been through everything except drugs and pregnancy, although I had a pregnancy scare once." I'll spare you the long details and just give you the short and simple version. At 7 or 8 years old, my aunt, who I had lived with and still do started to emotionally abuse me on a weekly and/or daily basis. At 8 years old, I started to develop an eating disorder, at 8 years old my whole family moved across the country. At about 10 years old I started getting depressed and feeling worthless. At 11 years old, I was molested by my best friend's older brother. At 12 years old I started drinking, smoking, lying, cutting myself, and making my eating disorder worse, I also started giving myself piercings often. I also started showing my body off to people online and doing sexual things for them. At 13, two days before my 14th birthday, I lost my virginity to a guy a year older than me who I barely knew, in a public bathroom stall, knowing he had a girlfriend and knowing who his girlfriend was. On my 14th birthday, I had sex with my best friend's 2 years older, sister. Yes I'm bisexual. At 14 I started abusing laxatives to loose more weight, as well as starving myself for days then slipping and binge-ing. This is when it went from an EDNOS to Bulimia. As of two months ago I had relapsed back into my cutting and Bulimia. As of this month, I have started forcing myself to throw up after eating.

Add that all together and you get me, the girl who's been screwed up for over half of her life. But you wouldn't know that looking at me. I put on a fake smile, a fake giggle here and there. What you don't see is that I cry myself to sleep every night and have since I was 7 years old. What no one else knows other than my mom is that I'm fed up with this abuse shit I get from my aunt. Degrading me, blaming me for everything, it's even escalated into her hitting before on many occasions. Now either this month or next month I will be living with my father who walked out on me and my mom when I was 2 months old.

Fun life, huh. Well now you can read all about it day by day from this point on if you want to. I promise if you have any problems, you aren't alone, I can almost guarantee I've been there or seen it first hand through family or friends.




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