The title hooked you ’cause you’re sick like me. Grammar? Fuck that — I’m typing on a iPhone 16 that’s way out of my budget, especially in my situation. Storytelling ain’t my thing, so this’ll be choppy. Buckle up or close the tab. Either way, I don’t care.
I’m from Eritrea, a country in Africa, moved to Nashville at 2 years old, raised by an abusive, strict Islamic mom. Moved to Minnesota at 7, and that’s when she met her boyfriend who got her into drugs. He was also abusive as hell — fuck him. She burned me with her crack pipe, leaving two dark spots on my forehead. First time being when I drug in dirt from outside after playing; I drag my feet because my mom was too busy, so I had to teach myself to walk. Second time being the first time I ran away.
My best friend’s family took me in and gave me a spot in the family photos. They are really sweet, but no one truly wants a kid that isn’t their own. Went from her house to her grandma’s house; she also did drugs but is getting clean. Had a drug and drink problem but somehow still went to work and school. Moved into, lowkey, a trap house where we threw parties every day and had a new noise complaint every other day.
Biological mom took $1,830 because I was under 18 and had a joint account for my paychecks. I didn’t get a car from her or anything, so I was walking everywhere. I’ve gotten drunk and slashed her tires, keyed my brother’s car, broken windows, and egged her place. After that I tried getting my life together, so I went to boot camp after junior year, where I got baptized after our 5-mile ruck to our patrol base. After getting baptized, I rucked another 5 miles to the Night Infiltration Course (NIC) at night, where we had live rounds shot over our heads. Rucked 10 miles back and finally became soldiers. Did our last smoking, and I thought I got my life together.
“Adoptive” family came to tap me out — really took a chance on me, I guess. I was gonna drive back home with them 20 hrs, but I decided to only go 10 hrs and live in Ohio with my sister. Found out my mom took the chance while I was at boot camp to steal five grand from me, so now I chose to stay in Ohio with my sister, who’s staying with her boyfriend who’s staying with his mom. I got my own room, but I’m at the mercy of his mom; she’s really nice. I’m looking for a job and finishing my senior year of high school. I’m back to getting high but trying to quit. No friends, no car, no job or house. I got my first credit card and I’m trying to build credit.
I got on dating sites and an old guy hit me up and I entertained it. Now he’s taken me on a “date” where I just got really drunk, ate Chinese, and watched Hamilton in theaters — lol. He wants me to move in with him because he just loves my smooth skin and how skinny I am. He left his abusive wife and kicked out his druggie son. He also wants me on his $10,000 life policy. Can’t say I’m proud of it, but I made out with him and, holy shit, he is small. I haven’t let him near my ass yet though — he tried rimming me. But he’s close. Keeps touching my thigh like it’s his. Calls his room “our room” while showing his place. He got robbed by someone 20 years old, so now he carries a Ruger. I let him. For now.
Ask what you want. But don’t ask if I’m okay, ’cause I’m not. And I don’t care if you are.
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What kind of boot camp are you talking about? Are you in the US?