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Relationship Issues

First off, I'm sorry I haven't posted the rest of the My Story, I've been busy and depressed so that's been lovely.

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Okay so, have you ever been upset over the stupidest crap. Have you ever felt hurt by someone that you for a reason you have no right being hurt for? Yeah, that's me right now.

Okay so my situation is that I feel hurt because my boyfriend trusted another girl with his snapchat login to keep up his streaks. Yeah I know it's childish but I feel hurt that he didn't even tell me, I don't even know his account login. He recently changed all of his passwords to lock me out. I don't know why though... Him and his mother wanted me to watch his accounts while he was gone just in case his bio dad tried to get in contact with him. His mom messaged me to get his login info cause she was also logged out. I also feel like I don't have the right to feel hurt that he doesn't trust me because a while back I broke his trust but he is allowing me to earn it back. I don't know I just feel like it's such a simple thing that he didn't even tell me about. Another thing is he was talking to this girl that liked him after I asked him to cut her off and he used snapchat to hide it and lied to me about it. I found out because I wanted to take pictures on his snap and he lied to my face when I seen that he was messaging her on it. He said that was the only day they talk but I seen that they had a three day streak with her. I feel that he may be hiding that again... I just feel hurt...

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My Story Continued

So I'm going to continue from were I left off.

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During the years that I was bullied, I began to do bad things to numb my mind, my life was hanging on by a thread. I was hanging by a thread... That is when my struggle with depression began. A little later I developed anxiety due to the ridicule. I was later diagnosed with a depressive and anxiety disorder. During this time my family was constantly under investigation by DHS due to my sisters unmedicated ADHD. She was having trouble in school and they blamed my parents. Don't get me wrong I do agree with the schools decision, but also to blame a learning disability on the parents is stupid. Over time my sister developed a depressive disorder with minor anxiety. 

Okay back to the DHS situation. We went under another investigation which made my mother have the bright idea to call my brother( sorry he is coming in so late into the story. He is my half brother but he raised while I was younger, but moved after he turned 17.) to come take her to Nevada where he was living due to his career in the Air Force. When he came to get her, the court system said that she wasn't allow to leave the state for 60 days. So instead of her leaving, I got to go. Everything was fine.... In the beginning.

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That's enough for today. My brain hurts. Moral of the story, don't pull all nighters. I finish the story more than like tomorrow, if not tomorrow then Sunday. 

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My Story

I feel that I should post my back story. Sit down and get some popcorn, this is going to take a bit.

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Hi, I'm the Mysteria, Mystic for short. This is not my real name, I'm going to stay anonymous for privacy reasons. I guess I'll just jump right into it.

It all started in February of 2002 in the state of Nevada. I was born to two addicts. After I was born, I was put into the custody of the state due to me being born with drugs in my system. My mother had to do mandatory rehab before I could be put back in her care. After she did her time, I was returned to her. Six months later we moved states, due to my father threatening to kid nap me if my mother didn't agree to move with. So we moved 21 hours away to Arkansas. In AR, I moved around a lot. I've lived in trailer parks, gated communities, a hotel, and in bad neighborhoods. My parents still continued to be addicts. Flash forward to 2004, my mother got pregnant with the person who not only was my biggest bully but also the absolute reason I am alive today, my little sister. My father went to prison shortly after she was conceived. I was also put into the foster system (might I add, I was 2 years old at this point) when he was caught with a meth lab in our house. My mother had a short sentence do to her pregnancy and her not having anything to do with the lab, but my father on the other hand, got a three year sentence. While in the system, I was being fostered my a nice (sarcasm) religious family. We went to church every Sunday. During my stay there, the foster dad treated me oddly. It mad me uncomfortable but I didn't understand at the time. I wasn't in for long though, after less than a month, my grandmother managed to get full custody of me. After living with he for a couple of months, she allowed me to move back in with my mother. Shortly after, my sister was born. She shares the same birthday with my grandmother. Flash forward to 2007, I not only graduated kindergarten, my father was released from prison. Everything was okay for a while, but it all turn when I was in the 2nd grade. That's is when the bullying started. For five years straight, no matter were I moved. I was bullied. 

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To Be Continued

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Me

*is too nervous to talk to their crush but gets annoyed when they go offline* 

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Confession.

Lately it's hard to find things funny or genuinely have a good time. I'll laugh or dance but a lot of the time it's not for me it's for everyone around me. Why should my mood kill theirs?

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Confessions of an Average Teenage Overeatter Post #1

I must admit it's pretty weird to create a blog in which I divulge all my life secrets for potentially all cyber space to read...although there is always the chance no one ever sees or reads any entries... Anyhow which ever is the outcome of my decision to create a blog  I hope it relieves a bit of the load I carry upon my shoulders. I am your average female teenager. There is nothing about me that makes me outstanding, cool, or popular... I am simply me. I attend a regular public high school and deal with the same day to day scenarios most high school teens experience. Being that I am simply only one average person in this entire world filled with average people, you may ask "Why?" what on earth must have possessed me to create a blog if I have nothing extraordinary to offer? the truth is, I don't know why... I just know that regardless of whether or not someone actually takes the time to read this blog it's something I had to do. On this note I will like to continue by revealing to you day to day aspects of my life. For one I am a insulin-dependent diabetic. I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of six and today almost 11 years later I still look for a way to cope with such characteristic. I currently reside in a small home with my mother and siblings. My parents are divorced. My father had multiple affairs, and my mother finally decided that a loveless marriage and a hostile environment was not one she wanted to give to her children. therefore, my mother finally stored up enough courage to serve up my father with divorce papers. Its been officially over two years since my parents officially ended things (even though the divorce papers were served almost six years ago).  Since then my mother who was use to living the life of a typical housewife took up a place in the life of employment as a housekeeper. We struggle to make ends meet but we manage. I have an older brother who seems to have lost his way in life. I don't understand him. I try to; but I just cant seem to grasp completely the nature of his ways. He works part time  to "help" with the household needs; but seems to spend his money on junk food, friend outings, cigarettes, and marijuana. He graduated high school 3 years ago yet has only managed to attend one semester of community college. I also have a younger brother, he is a very bright fellow. In him I see aspiring greatness however he worries me too. He shares a room with my older brother and I fear he may be negatively influenced by him. he also seems to compulsively eat which frightens me because I feel that awful habit is influenced by me. I am a straight A student. I am not smart but I get my work done and it attributes to my good grades. I am flawed in many ways but I hide everything behind my figurative mask. I am overweight and I often try to pin my over weight to a slow- diabetic metabolism. this excuse I use is complete and utter BULL. I'm overweight because instead of expressing how I feel I divulge mountains and mountains of food. But of course no one knows this because I hardly eat in front of everyone and I over exercise in front of everyone. I've got them all fooled because I sneak around and eat. I HATE myself... especially when I cry to my peers saying " I eat right... I exercise... why am I fat?" I know damn right I am fat... I just lack the strength to admit it. I mean take this blog as an example: I'm hiding behind a false name a false identity...Why?... because I am a coward simple as that. The only thing that bring me some comfort is the fact that I know my eating is a compulsive way to rid myself of emotions. I understand that my eating is only a temporary fix but I have hope that my blog is a blog for a chance to readapt myself of myself. And if that never happens I hope that at least one day: today, tomorrow, or 20 years from now someone comes across this entry and identifies with a piece of it and realizes that no matter how horrible their life may seem they are not alone in this this struggle we call life. Yours Truly, L.L