There’s just so much crap that’s happened to me when I was four. Yes, four. Everything happened after my parents divorced… I would copy and paste (I have a journal, password protected of course, and it had my story…) my story here, but am I allowed to take up a few pages? Guessing not… I’m just depressed and wish it would all end. I mean come on, I’m 13 and it’s been happening since I was four… I even had to get a job last year…. I still have it too. I do have to support myself financially wise somehow… And that’s not even the sad part of my life… Lord please hear my cry…. My plea….