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RAMBLINGS
Saturday, October 21
this is my last post for a while...
i won't be able to use the net at home anymore.. here's why...
1) this computer isnt mine, it belongs to my mother... i was under the impression that she would mind me using it for work and school and stuff... but i was wrong
you see... my mother is a psychotic, calculative sorry excuse for a mother...
she treats me like a tenant in my own home... sorry... her home
i'm 17, and throughout my years of life... she has given me the worse injuries, i've ever had...
from a torn lip that needed stitches, to a huge cut on my head which needed 7 stitches, to countless bruises and much blood spilt... i never forgave her for any one of those cases...
growing up... i've always been on guard against her, mainly due to her often verbal and physical abuse
fine, i admit i wasn't an angel growing up, but nothing, and nothing deserves that kind of physical abuse,
i was 11, and very into science... i read somewhere that vinegar and salt could shine coins... and clean most metals very well... so i tried it in my kitchen, and it worked!!! i didnt have a container to keep the solution in, so i kept it in the nearest bottle i could find, and i wen of to do something, genuinely forgetting about the solution...
keep in mind the solution was very colourless and looked like water...
my maid at that time, saw it and yes... tried to drink it... fortunately she didnt...
and she told my mother that i tried to poison her, which wasnt true...
she immediately grabbed this tupperware bottle from the fridge... it was the tough molded type
and she continually smashed it against my head, full force and all her strength... she repeatedly hit my head with the bottle, with murderous force... about 16 to 17 times... not stopping till the flor was red with my blood...
i was 11... and about 2 pints worth of my blood was on the floor... i basically passed out,
and when i woke up, that maid was wiping my head with a towel, which didnt do much to stop the bleeding...
my mother then called my dad who was out, and told him "i just broke yr son's head, come get him" he of course rushed home and brought me to the doctors, where they stitched me up, without any numbing medicine, so i could feel every stitch, EVERY F*CKING STITCH!!!
with every stitch i hated my mum, and by the time i left the clinic, i honestly felt in my heart, I HAD NO MUM!!!
when we moved into our new home, sorry her new home, she bought herself a nice big bed...
and she got a bed for granny too... i got stuck with our old sofa... hard and dusty, and every night i sleep on it... every morning i wake up with a back back and neck ache... many times i've told her... but she doesnt care.... you know why, coz she doesnt want to UNNECCESARYLY SPEND MONEY ON ME!!!, HER SON!!!
nevermind...
it doesnt help that her mother, my grandmother hates me for some unknown reason...
i literally feel so alone in a place i regarded my home... every night i lie awake on that stupid sofa, and ask myself why... WHY DID GOD GIVE ME SUCH A WOMAN TO BE MY MOTHER!
I HOPE SHE READS THIS... I HATE YOU I HATE YOU FOR HURTING ME I HATE YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS I HATE YOU I TRULY HATE YOU, THE ONLY REASON I STAY WITH YOU, ISN'T BECAUSE I WANT TO OK, I'M ONLY HERE SO THAT MY FATHER WOULD HAVE A PEACEFUL LIFE AND I DONT WANT TO TROUBLE HIM... YOU TREAT ME LIKE DIRT, LIKE A TENANT IN YOUR HOUSE, I WISH YOU WILL READ THIS
I WANT YOU TO FEEL ALL THE PAIN I WENT THROUGH, ALL THE PAIN!!! I WANT TO SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT, I WANT TO SEE YOU SUFFER WITH THE PAIN I WANT TO SEE YOU SUFFER!!! HOW I WISH I COULD JUST LEAVE YOU LEAVE THIS HOUSE, AND LIVE MY OWN LIFE FAR AWAY FROM YOU, HOW I WISH I'LL NEVER SEE YOU EVER AGAIN
YOU'LL NEVER HAVE MY LOVE, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE MY RESPECT NEVER!!!!!!!!
Delivered at 12:56 a.m.;