Heres my life:

My dad was a fucking jerkwho barely talked to me and when he did, it was to give me orders, and my mom was a drug addict who killed herself on news years day of 2010,my oldest brother lives with his dad and my little brother lives with my dad and step mom who lives hundreds of miles away.. I'm in foster care and have been here for 2 years.. After my mom died, my dad and his girlfriend(at the time,now they are married) was always telling me how i was going to end like my mommy and how i was no good.. Growing up i was always trying to kill myself by either choking myself or sofficating myslef, by the time I turned 14 I started to cut myself. I have only did it 3 times and i always had a choose to either keep cutting and bleed to death or just sleep it off. I choose to sleep it off because i relized i didnt want to die just yet. Yes i know we are all going to die sooner or later, but it doesnt have to be now.. And especially with me ending my own life. When I was in fourht grade I was sexual moslested my some old creepy man.. I told my mother. Knowing good and well she wouldnt do much. And she didnt. All she did was call him and cuse him out. well thats