Notes

My story...
When I was young apparently my father was never there for me, he went out to gamble with my mum's money. While my mum was out drinking and clubbing. So that left me alone with my grandparents and 4 dogs, my grandparents didn't really pay attention to me since they argue with each other everyday. So I was cared for by my dogs. Most would call me weird since whenever you would pet me I would always nudge your arm with my head and 'wag' my right leg on the ground. But it was okay, my uncles and my aunt would pay attention to me. Hahaha, fast forward a few years, maybe when I was 5? My mum dumped me at this daycare and of course, I cried. While I was in that daycare I had a best friend, she had curly hair and her name was Jean. Jean one day asked me to play a game, and I agreed. The game ended with her choking me and her nails piercing through my neck, my mum told me I passed out. I kinda miss Jean, not really though. Fast forward some more. When I was 6, I had two best friends; Priscilla and Danielle. I loved both of them from the bottom of my heart. But something else happened when I was 6; at 6 my half brother was born. I didn't know my mum remarried til I was 10. But when my brother, Tyler was born everything went downhill. Everyone forgot about me, I felt so alone. I wasn't allowed to talk to Priscilla and Danielle since I had to stay home and watch my brother. My uncles and aunt started moving out of my grandparents house, my mum took my brother and her new husband to their new house and I was left alone with my grandparents and my dogs. But the thing is, one of the dogs moved away with my aunt, the others died one by one. We got a corgi though, since everyone knew my mum loved corgis, but since she didn't have time to take care of it I took care of the corgi. Fast forward some more. My father is being hunter by the police, my mum told me that she loves my brother more and that I was just a mistake. Since my father and her didn't know any better they made me and yea... I would always get yelled at, which caused me to cry then I would get hit or get things thrown at me for crying. I contemplated suicide for almost 6 years, I lost my best friend Danielle and she doesn't give a fuck about me anymore. I lost my parents who don't care about me. I lost my dogs, the only family members that loved me from the bottom of their heart. I contemplate suicide because I know nobody cares about me anymore, if I died I would just fade away into memory. I lost the guy I loved from the bottom of my heart, and it's funny because we don't even know each other in real life. He broke my heart and he's probably thinking I'm stupid, selfish, crazy, depressed, and lonesome twat. He was the reason for me to be alive since I thought he cared. Well that's my life story in a short note.
-Crystal.J.Lau