and am fondling sharp objects. My night, my night ..... I'll begin. Parents goen for the night. I had 5 friends over, they were on ecstacy minus Me. I just drank till my hearts content and my heart is never content so i drank till i was massively wasted and kissed most of the people in that room. Everything was wonderful. It was beautiful, the stars were swaying, the love was there, cigarettes on the roof, drinks to go around and the almighty cracker chaser. Around 4am my brother kicked my door open, startling everyone in. And he starts Raging about how my dogs disappeared and how its all my fault. and may i add: YES I WAS DRUNK BUT WT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THE DOGS. the fact of the matter is i was an easy blame. SO he kicked all my friends out, one of the girls drove home drunk and on E. The other chaps had a 2 hour walk (intoxicated) and i dont know where that other dude went. Anyhow i hated putting my friends in that situation . My brother then started slappign me arond. this huge massive guy towering over me ...it was the most helpless thing i've ever experienced. and he just kept hitting me.... and i eventually collapsed in bed in serous pain after he kicked ime in the stomach. I eventually got kicked out by him to look for the dogs. Here I Am in a very wasted beaten up state wobbling around dark empty streets feeby whistling for my stupid dogs. who at that moment i wouldn't care if they were run over or dead or far far away. It was horrible all this hate and bitteress was injected into me by his fists. Eventually i went home after realizing the danger i put myself in, and climbed my roof desperately to get into my room. I baracaded myself in here with a bottle of water. and stolen brandy. There is glass everywhere and i was really considering the many things i could do with those shards of sharp glass and mt own tender skin. but i understand the danger of doing that. my psychology is skewd enough as is. I'm going to stay in here for two days. the wshroom will the the only exception where i can refill my water bottle and the obvious. It's like a protest against my brother's rage, the unfair blaming, and to prove to myself how little my parents care about me. I'm just so shattered right now , cry.
That sucks Rafaela, I'm sorry. I know this is going to sound stupid... but your brother hit you because he's a douchebag, not because of anything you did. So try not to let it get to you... I know that doesn't help at all. Maybe you should go spend a few days with your friends? It's not going to help you sitting around in your room feeling down. Your friends are probably worried about 'ya too. Hope it works out... I Don't think I can say anything that'll help. I'm sorry.
i only have a friend. im pretty antisocial. she's camping and ... i just needed to vent. desperate for some soothing words thank you. i feel pathetic.
I hope it will work. But it's not your fault if your brother is a jerk . I hope it will change things ...
You don't need soothing words, you need to realise you're better then this. I'm sure you have lots of people who are worried about you. All the people at the party are probably wondering how you're holding up. You should talk to them, it might make you feel better. Sucks that your brothers an asshole. Keep your head up.
that really does suck rafaela. You may of been drunk as a skunk, but your brother had no right to hit you and kick you out to find thoughs dogs. I hope things work out for you...just dont hurt yourself anymore.
You're just a young girl having fun, your brother is a spineless idiot who is a shame to decent human kindness. Don't feel guilty, or shamefull about yourself and you don't need to cut yourself either. You'll make it through this, but you know when it's calmed down you need to tell your family or someone older about him hitting you. If he doesn't stop, tell the police.
Embrace the smokey figure by the bedside I cannot recount the innumerable nights when the world did not respond To the tears and speech of my sorrow. Writing letters in the tattered black journal sketches smeared by acrylc an idle heart of vacummed emotions; story of a lonely life. Thats when the world did not respond. My mute companion! I cant feel you when hope is lost. ----- thanks for all the love
Your brother had no right to be hitting you! You should try to take it easy with the intoxications. As a big brother it can be very frustrating seeing your little sister all trashed and wasted like that especially if he was given any responsibility over the situation and (your) pets while the folks were gone. I don't want to bash drugs and/or alcohol but there is an appropriate level of responsibility that comes with the drugs and irresponsibly overdoing it is not a good thing. We've all been there and can understand that everyone makes mistakes and overindulges once in a while, just try to not let the drugs and alcohol get the best of you. If you can't find peace and enjoy life without the drugs, then you probably need to seek enlightenment elseware.
Self injury isn't the way to go; been there... done that. Almost fatally wounded myself once; stopped for about 6 months. Then I cut a few times more, and was done with it. That was wrong of your brother to hit you like that; you should share your feelings about it with him as well as your parents.
Have you ever tried licking another girls pussy, nice and slow like? I hear that does wonders...lol...
