SarahBielby
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- May 26, 2011
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Okay, Im doing this for english.. I got told to do a journal about a life on the streets. So how is it so far?
Darkness took over my attenuated scrawny body. I tucked my cold hands between my legs as I rested against my auburn cabinet, tears coursing down my face. I always ended up crying myself to sleep at night; it was because of my mother and her alcoholic habits. She always refuses to accept that she’s an alcoholic, she refuses to get help. Her vindictive lies and her verbal escalated abuse, I had no choice but to cut off all contact. I repeatedly forgave my mother, but her behaviour only grew worse. Eventually, I cut off contact with my entire family. They encouraged her; they would lie for my mother and would buy her alcohol just to shut her up. In the end my family blamed me for her habits, they told me she only drank because I’d cut off contact. Every day after school I would get home and go straight to my room. That’s all I ever did. I had no friends because of her, I had no one. By the time I reached fourteen, I moved out. I started to live on the streets, selling drugs just to survive. That’s when my drinking problems started, I promised myself I’d never end up like my mother. That’s why I’m in Oasis, a youth support network, they help teenagers overcome their addictions, they put a roof over their heads and food in their mouths.
I grabbed the bottle of cheap wine and took a sip, swishing it around in my mouth before I swallowed. I drink when I’m depressed or upset, or whenever I had thoughts about my mother.
Thanks! PLEASE ANSWER.
Darkness took over my attenuated scrawny body. I tucked my cold hands between my legs as I rested against my auburn cabinet, tears coursing down my face. I always ended up crying myself to sleep at night; it was because of my mother and her alcoholic habits. She always refuses to accept that she’s an alcoholic, she refuses to get help. Her vindictive lies and her verbal escalated abuse, I had no choice but to cut off all contact. I repeatedly forgave my mother, but her behaviour only grew worse. Eventually, I cut off contact with my entire family. They encouraged her; they would lie for my mother and would buy her alcohol just to shut her up. In the end my family blamed me for her habits, they told me she only drank because I’d cut off contact. Every day after school I would get home and go straight to my room. That’s all I ever did. I had no friends because of her, I had no one. By the time I reached fourteen, I moved out. I started to live on the streets, selling drugs just to survive. That’s when my drinking problems started, I promised myself I’d never end up like my mother. That’s why I’m in Oasis, a youth support network, they help teenagers overcome their addictions, they put a roof over their heads and food in their mouths.
I grabbed the bottle of cheap wine and took a sip, swishing it around in my mouth before I swallowed. I drink when I’m depressed or upset, or whenever I had thoughts about my mother.
Thanks! PLEASE ANSWER.