I was born in Grand Junction.
Not a penny to my mom's name, so I was forced to live with my grandmother for three years.
Then I finally moved back with my mom and we moved to Manitou Springs. She enrolled me in a school and I thought it was very great, but it was not.
After a few months people started to bully me and it was worse at home. My mom started drinking every night and not coming to home and waking me up.
And I got bad grades cuz I got no sleep.
Finally, it got to the point to where I could not take it anymore. I had to find a way to release the pain.
So I sat in the bath tub and cried it all out.
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What a heartfelt blog. Sadly this happens more often than we like to admit.
I am very sorry. If you ever feel sad just sit, and think of all the good things you have that maybe others don't.
A home,
Food,
Clothing,
Friends,
Education,
And family.
Hope things get better.
Where you bullied by the natzie hamburger.
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