so here is what happened (yes this is real crap I have gone through) my father was 4bus3ive in many kinds of ways he yelled at my mom hit us with anything he could find he once broke a pan and he would t0uch us he did not feed nor provided for us my mom was working three jobs and she was never home I still have the scars he gave my to this day and it makes me want to carve them out I get discussed every time I see them but anyway my mom and I were arguing and I yelled at her and she told me I was just like my f4th3r and then I ran...I ran as far as I could and she of cource didn't care I slept outside In the town next to mine I came back the next night and yes I skipped school I cried for hours and hours because she wasn't there to see everything that happened to me and so I haven't talked toher since and I have a little job at an art store and the owner is so nice I get paid and I buy my own food and am staying with friends so yeahhhhhhh...
you may think me running off ws an overreaction but tbh it really wasn't I was deciding if I should end me and I had to leave to try to calm myself and we always fight to and I got screamed at and got called a bunch of slurs beacse I got in a fight with my sister over petty crap
