I. Not you, I.

I have never blogged before so I guess I will see where it takes me.

Well it's very early in the morning.
I am a girl.
I am "African American." or to dumb it down I was a black person born and raised in America.
I was born. (that was a real shocker!)
I get good grades.
I had a mom, and she had me and drugs.
I have a dad.
I have two half brothers and one half sister.
I had a dog, named Lyenol Richie Washington, but he got ran over.
I was in Washington, now I'm in Oklahoma.
I was a kindergartener now I'm a senior.
I used to be a virgin, that was taken from me too too long ago.
I said taken, not given.
I have scars that fill up my left arm, they are finally fading away.
I have nightmares stuck in my head.
I have near death experiences that still haunt me.
I hopefully don't have anymore of that 50,000mg dose left inside of me.
I was stupid.
I am learning.
I am still depressed after all the treatment I didnt benefit from.
I still have multiple thoughts of suicide.
I almost died when my mom called and said she had taken 50 Seroquel.

I cry.
I am not like anybody else.
I am not like my mom, my dad, my peers or anybody.
I am wanting love.
I am wanting attention, I finally admitted it.
I don't know what the point of this was, but I am finally exposing me.