originally from @spaceguts now, y'all say y'all are depressed... u get depression from the most shitiest crap, no- that's not how it ****ing works. okay, i dont have depression but i have gone through shot that gives me a reason to have depression, but guess what... I DONT HAVE ****ING DEPRESSION! :D Y'all start fake crying and making vents because someone insulted ur ****ing art even though it's just their ****ing opinion and doesn't really ****ing matter. Y'all make up these ****ing mini shitty ass stories about someone dying or how you got rapped or something shitty. That's not how it works.

*shit not shot

now let me tell y'all what i went through: at the age of 3-4, my mom kidnapped me and my brothers and took us all the way to Florida, making us live at our grandfather's house. We were just the little kids and there was alot of teenagers there. our "grandma" was strict and shitty. the teenagers would tie us up to the beds with belts and whoope us making us unable to move. my mom had worked alot at that time and made us live in that hellhole. after so, when we moved and my mom stopped working, keeping us away from my dad and grandma, we ended up in the hospital, my little brother had a fractured rip and i was coughing blood to the point i was dying. after we got outta the hospital, my mom separated us. i lived with my aunt and two cousins where i was spoiled. my two brothers lived with my other aunt where she was strict and hated them. the only time we got to see each other was when they dropped us off at our "grandparents" house. and soon there was a teenaged boy and he was 13 at that time and seemed to ha

-d sexually interact with me. so then, once we mooved into our last house in Florida, we had company. a guy and his wife lived with us. the guy was nice but didn't care about us, but his wife hated us. (bla bla bla my dad and grandma found us yeah we went back to md) when i was i was in 2nd grade, my big brother was kidnapped by my mom and at that time and went to the hospital because he had nearly stabbed himself. a few days later into summer, he had ran away from my mom's house and made it home, and caused us all to cry and went to the police station (bla bla bla) durring summer in 3rd grade, these boys always bothered me. at first this boy would always be all up on me and gave me cuts on my shoulder, next it was a group of fifth grade boys at that time that had tried rapping me as a group, luckily i had managed to get away from them. and a boy that still likes me but i dont like anymore (back when i was in elementary) was sexually harassing me. (not explaining how he did or anything.) i was also bullied-

and used as a hitting dummy. my grandma also had brung up the police because it was that serious. i had also been in a car accident and it was blamed on me even though i didnt do anything. now I'm going through female growth problems and I'm starting to have more attitudes and school is ruining me, i have to deal with a cat and others. im literally a maid in my house. i nearly had pur my dad i jail for dumb reasons. yeah... all that. all this shit i went through and im not depressed. the ways y'all are becoming "depressed" is stupid and shitty. stop faking depression for attention. and stop being ****ing slutty ass babies. okay, im done now y'all can ****img comment on your opinion and if there is a problem, you may comment too, idc. ty for letting me type and have a great morning/day/night. bai owo

@foxylover i know that, u tell me that everyday. its to those who do it for attention