https://padlet.com/adrivald/uznqhzubnhl2 en-us 2018-09-10 11:33:55 UTC 2018-09-10 12:31:57 UTC hello@padlet.com adrivald https://padlet.com/adrivald/uznqhzubnhl2/wish/279342597 I honestly had a sh*t Summer... I had just gotten out of a group home and I was sent away about an hour away to Providence, then Smithfield, then East Providence for a total of about 8 months. My dad sent me away because I was a "bad kid". An yeah I know I'm a sh*t head sometimes but like damn don't gotta send her away like that. I hated him and didn't talk to him for about 4 months straight. Then eventually I had to call him so I can escape that prison. I got depression real bad. I was targeted in group home because I was that nice girl. I don't do drama girls. No thanks.. I was so good that I got moved up to a better home and the other girls got in trouble like physical fights and stuff. I was always the main target. It sucked but I didn't cry for long because I wiped my own tears and ignored them completely. I placed my headphones in my ear with my minny mp3 (phones weren't allowed....) The girls got so mad because I always had them in my ears and I couldn't hear them AT ALL!!! I eventually left the grouphomes court order by the judge. She let go my case completely. It was a blessing, I would go to my dads house and have freedom again. I was hurt by my dad but I couldn't stay in the group home. My problems got worse and I never really got better. I have problems at home. Everyone is against each other. People in my family are fake, mean & manipulative within each other. I was basically the only one that loved them all except my dad sometimes, I mean I loved him but I was hurt by him emotionally. I got a job at Wendys when I got out of the grouphome. I wanted to make my money and save them and never cash them out till right before their deadline. I started working and immediately I started working 32-56 hours a week. I wanted to work so much because obviously I wanted and need money, and because I don't really have friends. My dad began to slowly steal my money because he was the only one who could cash them out for me. He stole from me constantly and when I confronted him he made up excuses like "You're so selfish," "You don't wanna help out your family," "I've payed for you since birth, you basically owe me," "You're in debt with me". The thing is he never gave me bad my money and I went thru hours of hell and sweat in Wendys, making the sandwhiches, frying, grilling, drive thru, cleaning dishes, and cashier in the front. Well I do but they never want to hang out. There are always excuses or its hard for planes to follow through with them. Sometimes I think they are lowkey don't even like me at all. Iv'e lost so much trust. Girls are sneaky, mean and fake. The boys are gross and horny for no reason, sometimes they have absolute no respect for a women. The abuse you physically and mentally. For me it's more of a mentally case. All I want is a love (and i have him atm) but when I had past crushes like Mike C. He messed with my head bro. I did so many crazy & messed up shit for him. But at the end of the day, he puts me down and I still could never hate him. Even now.. I'm over him but I still will always care for him. Although I know he hates me with a passion. He blocked me and found his own love. That hurt. I did SO much for him and he absolutely did not give a crap about me. Like I said I have someone else who treats me right, his name is Mike. But a different one obviously. Ironi, right? But yeah I could go on and on but I would probably get more... how do you say it...? Oh yeah, stressed tf out. I kinda have bad attitude and don't deal with anybody's bs no more. I used to get bullied by you guys. My whole time at Chariho.. Nobody liked me and you made it clear but w.e I don't really care anymore. I grew up, I'm 18. The things I went thru built me to be a bigger sh*t head but I have the biggest heart. I forgive completely constantly and would go through hell and back for the people I love. I'm a hopeless romantic. So I got hurt a lot by the people I loved the most, family, friends and relationships. Shoutout to Mike G. who is the only person who truly shows his care for me and keeps me happy and going. I'm depressed, stressed and have anxiety up the butt. I never wanted to admit it but it's just become so clear that I accepted it completely. It was my brother, Sergio's birthday yesterday. He turned 20. At 5am yesterday my brother crashed his new car on route 1. and my whole family got mad with him and turned their backs on him. He spent his birthday alone regretting no so good decisions while driving. He's depressed too. And I love him more then sister love. I love him like I'm his mother of something. He's my only 100% blood sibling out of my 4 siblings. He was my blood. I felt his constant pain and did EVERYTHING I could to make me just the slightest bit of happy. Me and my little sister were the only ones really to celebrate his birthday with him. That's because we both truly loved and cared about him. My sister came into my room yesterday and layed in my bed and cried for my brother Sergio. Wondering why everyone hates so much him for a mistake he made. Nobody's perfect, people mess up. Depression affects your driving. I felt so sad because I've never seen my sister approach me this way. I thought she was happy with her perfect life. She goes to Prout is a straight A student, she's popular and well liked. She always goes out with friends, she even works now. I'm even proud that the only things she's done with a boy is give a "lil kiss," she said. Anyways me and my sister spent the remaining of his special day... well that was supposed to be special. I'll stop now because I'll never stop writing. Ironic because I don't like to write or type. I hate English.

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