Welcome To My Life. Why do I hate myself? Hmmm, let’s start from the beginning shall we? My

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Welcome To My Life. Why do I hate myself? Hmmm, let’s start from the beginning shall we? My birth mother. No, she didn’t run off. No, she didn’t abuse me. She had sex with my birth father and made me. The problem, though, wasn’t my birth. The problem was the fact that I was their second child. Again, no, I don’t live in the shadow of a dominant older sibling. It’s not like that at all. The problem, my dear friend, is the simple fact that the bitch couldn’t keep one kid. Now tell me, why the hell would she give birth to me?
I’m adopted now and guess what? I haven’t seen my sister in about fifteen years. It’s pretty ridiculous that she would make them separate us. But, whatever.
My birth father, I’m sure you’re all wondering what
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No, you heard that I was trashed. Do you really want to know what happened with that unnamed high school boy? We kissed. That’s it. He might have felt me up a little. Is that what you wanted to hear? That he touch my chest? Well, yeah, I’m pretty sure he did. But guess what… It was over my shirt. Not once, did I take my clothes off at all at that party. I was fully clothed and we kissed. That’s it. Then who started the rumour about me having sex that night? Hmmm, none other than Tammi Paul. Thanks, Tammi, you got me labeled. And you did it well. You were one of the only other middle schoolers there and you told people you saw me and that guy in that back room. And guess what? You did. But we were just kissing. That’s it. I pretty much hate you, Tammi, but this isn’t why. In fact, I forgave you for this incident. It’s later that you really screwed me over, bitch. But that’s later. And this is now. You know what? It’s not what you said about me, it’s how people proceeded to treat me. After you started telling people about that party I got a lot of attention from guys. I really did. At first I was kind-of happy that guys were giving me attention. I really did want a boyfriend. I started kind-of dating around a little, but they all pretty much just wanted sex. Because of you. They all thought I was easy. And next thing I knew, I had slept with half the school. It’s funny, because I never did. I never slept with any of the guys I dated in 6th grade. Damn, 6th grade,

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