I hated my life with my family so much

I hated my life with my family so much when I was a kid that by the time I was 6 years old I found myself sitting for what seemed hours in my bedroom closet with the sharp point of my sister's geometry compass in my ear trying to work up the courage to shove it in quickly. I was hoping that would make children's service, who'd been involved with me, finally take the hint and take me away. I also purposely tried to get abducted from the train station in Montreal when I was 10 because I couldn't live with my mother anymore. There were many other instances like these as well. I backed out of all of them, thank God. I've never told my mother any of this. It would kill her.

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