I have spent years in classes maybe, I was not a right fit in but the truth is I was not the only student, I remeber asking my brothers and cousins about school. Not one person would clue me. I've had some things happen while I lived in Marin things I refuse to talk about without it coming to a tell all. How do I really feel on a daily base is hard some days I wish I could remeber every little detail. My life is like one big nightmare, Don't be scared what I mean by less is more. We live in a socity that tells us to be "easy" and have sex with men, knowing you don't want to. The clue is being a woman or a girl is a diffclut thing. Sometimes I wake up and wish to be a man vs a woman. To be honest my childhood was not that great. I am the type of girl to try something once then refuse to do it anymore.I've had more fun being grounded I use all my imagination trust me my mind is like my heart they are connected. Having Cherry Johnson as a mother and father is not the easiet as much as I am mad at my father today.
Fathers are a daughters world I've gone put myself on the line for him yet I do not trust him at the same time. Less time to call him I can't believe my own father wants me to go gluten free. To my core it makes me sick he says it helps him. The sad thing is he made his own bad choices, I sit back in his fear I hate when they call me " My daughter" while I was in the hospital I found my mother and father to be no help to me. The fact they disowned me for choosing to be a parent on my own. Ugh makes me so sick that Cherry and Steve Johnson are lying. The fact I was touched more then once in my life.
Less you know might be better but it is so sick how my life can be so ruined by people. I do not seek to be a bully I mean what I say. The truth is I do not love myself enough the only, thing keeping me here most days. Maybe I make bad choices beacuse I never got the right help for things that went wrong. My mother never seems to want to move past her in life. Her only golden boy "Jereimah Johnson"turns out he is not such a perfect child. I am more in fear for his daughter growing up in this family. The worst parts about life I have two boys how do you teach them about things I know how do I express to them I've been raped? how to I tell them to be good people ? to know right from wrong ? The facts are true less is more is better? sometimes I ask myself if I like whats going on in my head. Most the time no I hate my life It is not a happy story. Please do not feel sorry for me while you read this. Abuse is real people hurt people and we go on with our days and act as if nothing happened. My defense I pefer to drink it off or make myself forget, Trust me when I drink i've made so many mistakes. Like a jack load of people I've dated and done, I wish I never met so many people.

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