Here are the bruises, red marks, and swelling from where you twisted and yanked my wrists. Looks kind of like a rash, right? It hurts.
Here are the marks that I put on myself. From your abuse. From your neglect. From the anger that you send rushing through my body. From the misery that keeps me crying.
Here is the stab wound from an unknown sharp object. See how it’s still fresh? How I can peal the skin apart as blood starts rushing out.
I told you that I would kill myself to make your life easier. You tried to hit my face. Mother told me I should I have let you, but I put my arm up in defence instead. Where you continued to hit my arm with brute force.
When I called you an asshole, because that’s what you are, you yanked my hair, twisted my wrists and arms to the point of near breaking. Then you said I deserved it. Mother said I deserved it. She called me a bitch too.
So tell me, what kind of parents are you?
college is catered towards the able bodied and able minded. school applauds people who can stay up all night, skip meals, and work endlessly. that kind of extreme contribution is expected. why are disabled people being squeezed out of academic institutions? why should I feel inferior because of some arbitrary and ridiculous standard?
girl scouts are letting in trans* girls and letting girls replace God with whatever they want in the pledge, also they use cookie income to support abortion and LGBT agendas
boy scouts are just now allowing gays in, officially in january, but gay leaders are still banned and they’re talking about segregation on camping trips, with gays and straights in different tents. also they still ban atheists,
girl scouts: 10000 boy scouts: 0