my mum was always going on about how i tell my mates everything when acording to her i shouldnt even tell my closes friends whats happening in me. what am i ment to do then. i need to let it all out some how... so ere it is everything from start to stop...

for as long as i can remeber my father has been a twat and ive hated him from the age of 12 because thats when it reail happen but anyway more on my past and then i can talk bot that laer. for as long as i can remember my father had come home everyday (not just on weekend nights) drunk and most would think thats fine nothin would happen but just b4 he comes home my mum would send me to my room. i never knew why cuz i was so young. but as i got older i knew those screams that kept me awake was my mum begging for her life. he would beat and try to hurt her with wteva he could find in out kitchen. he hit me once and startsed to hurt me but i was old enough to talk bk and now wt i was saying. ' ill call child line' i said ' ill tell everyone i know even the teachers will know and theyll call the poilve to stop all this.' for some reason that worked for some yrs. even his drinking cut down.... well only a lil. 5 long yrs ago my dad planed on making my life worse. he told my mum that we would move to a beta area and that would make his drinking cut down. my friends? i had many at the time knowone hated me. what about my friends? i still love them and miss them. why take me away y do that to a 9 yr old. u couldnt u just couldnt u had to b heartless. but in the end after many agruments we moved and i started a new skl. i hated it. knowone liked me or even wonted to talk to me. i was alone. my dad was aight for a while he onli got drunk on weekends after that. for a bit anyways. i manged to stay in touch with a few friends. well one and i love her so much. and i mean not friendship love i mean proper love but she neva listens to a good word i have to say and onli listens to the bad things everyone else has to say and that hurts me. this friend of mine slowly became an emo and i dont c y... o well. i also notice that my brother was an basic (a work i cant spell) a mental head (type that instead yes that fights.) also i noticed that my sister was a goth. what role models.

i turned emo....
yes i had one or two friends slowly i made them. but i was being bullied beinh punched around like a rag doll. self harm and bulling seem to go togeather well.

now we go to the point in my self which make me wont to phically hurt him. 2 yrs ago he put a knife on my mum and nearly killed her. i love my mum so fuckin much i was to scared to do anything didnt reali realise in my mind at the time. my friend (aving a sleep ova at the time HOW EMBRASSING) called the poilce and dragged my done stairs. i wonted to go bk up there i wonted to go and punch his guts out. he woulnd t av lived wn i was finished with him. but in 20 (20 fuckin minutes i hate those poilce anything could of happend and the station aint that fuckin fair away.)

after many court meetings and crap like that we were bk in the past my dad shouting screaming and hittimg my mum. i called the poilce ova and ova but nothin nevas happens.

now im still emo and i get mentaly bullied... ya now words. but words hurt to in my english and math lessons i normaly walk out in almost tears.

WORDS DO HURT!

plz stop ulling as i know wt it feels like!