This is my confession.
About my life.
I'm almost 22 and I've been through things, just like everybody else dealing with their lives.
I had to grow up with a schizophrenic dad, and at times deal with the man who's supposed to love me more than anything not knowing who I am.
The first time when I was 8.
I had to deal with my parents split, I'm not writing divorce because they are still together in the same apartment.
Living as roommates...
I had to go through the beating and belts.
I think my scars can say a lot about who I am.
My biggest fear growing up was if my tongue will be ripped out as promised when I did something wrong.
Then at age 13 I decided to commit suicide. Why?
I hated the fact that I was in this h***, parents who abuse or don't remember me, over weight and in the closet may have been the cause...
I wanted nothing more than to end everything.
But something stopped me that day, I survived.
Then I had to go through high school.
I've seen my friend go crazy after smoking some drugs, see the whole school wanting to kill me and blaming me for "drugging" him.
Dropping out of high school. Then going back.
Then I served in the military.
Now I'm in university.
so this my life.
Thank you for reading.