about me:
hello, my name is Ka Hei Joyce Leung. my parents put in the Joyce like 3ish years after i came to America. no one calls me Joyce, except for church people, my brother, and Starbucks people. I'm 16. my birthday is September 25, 1991. i was born in St. Mary's Hospital, Hong Kong, "Britain" or whatever. i lived in Hong Kong till i was 5, and then i moved to California. then at 6 i moved back because my grandfather died. i believe i stayed there for the summer, but i don't really remember...
throughout childhood i live with an over controlling brother who loves to be a dictator. basically i get beaten and sentence to my version of hell back when i was 4-14 years old. which is getting beaten, stand on the wall, public humiliation, suffocation... etc. all those good stuff older siblings do to their younger. my parents were never home because they worked A LOT. our funds are fairly low. so i understand the working and such. so it's only my grandmother but back then she was 79-80 ish. so she couldnt do much. and my brother was violent. i believe he gets it from my dad, cause he gets anger outburst too. the worst memory [i bet there was worst but...] that i remeber about my dad was this one time when i was 8 i think. i wanted to walk the dog. well the dog is like my size. and very very very energetic. so i put it on a leash and it dragged me down the street until my brother stop it. i was crying laying in the middle of the street. until my mom came and picked me up. my knees were skinned. like really skinned. first thing my dad said was "that's what you get." but in chinse, it's like those chinese phrases. well i cried even more, and he started yelling at me about how stupid i was, and its all my fault. we're wasting bandages on me. etc.etc. well after that i learn. to never ever tell my dad anything. i'll just tell my mom. it worked out pretty well. but then my mom would tell my dad and it'll carry over and i'll just get yell at about how much i'm wasting bandaids, tissues,
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i finished the post. but blogspot was ... underconstruction
i finished like an hour after this was saved...
and i dont have the heart to re do it.
let's just end this with
it's okay if you dont understand me.
no one does. even i dont.
so <3
2 comments:
You have no idea how many people would understand feeling rejected and alone.
Sure we all react differently, maybe develop eating disorders, become addicted to drugs, or sex. We get addicted to anything that will make us feel accepted.
Theres plenty of lonely people out in the world that feel hopeless right now.
Nobody openly admits these feelings of loneliness though, and its a shame cause then a lot of people would feel a lot less alone and feel understood since they have someone that can relate.
Maybe you and someone else can both feel understood.
Its a pretty big club, you should get to know the people in it :]
(: tanks
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