It's My Life


My mother always wanted the best for me. She didn’t want me to make the same mistake she did, that of marrying my father, a drunkard and a drug addict. So, she pushed me as hard as she could in my academics. If I got a 95, I was yelled at. If I got a 90, I was slapped. If I got an 89 or below, I didn’t eat that night. Soon, I began to expect what she expected of me. I did my best in school and swam two times a day. But, when I got into high school, something inside me snapped and I didn’t get A’s easily anymore. I became desperate. If I got anything under a 95, I sliced my wrist and starved myself. To make matters worse, my dad came back home after an absence of two years and began to argue with my mom again. It was hard to concentrate on anything and I blamed myself for their trouble. After awhile, my meek excuses about the ‘cat scratches’ and my painfully skinny body were disregarded by my peers and they told the counselor. The counselor alerted my parents of my mental state and I was shipped off to therapy. They’re still trying to figure out a dosage and medicine that works best for me.            
blackangeldust blackangeldust
18-21, F
Mar 27, 2009