My name is Jazmine, When I was fifteen which was almost three years ago, I lost my mother. She was on her way home and someone randomly shot her. She was only 45 and not because she was my mother but she was an incredible, loving person. I never would have imagined that this could happen to me. Although some time has passed, the pain I feel hasn't healed and I don't think it ever will. Unfortunately, it took her death to make me realize how miserable my life would be without her and how much I truly loved her. Since her passing, life has pretty much just gone down hill for me. It just caused problems within my family and pain within me. People tell me that I just have to accept the fact that she is no longer with us and let go. The thing is, I JUST CAN'T accept it and let it go. It's as if I don't understand what that means. I know that there are people who have it worse than I do but I still feel as if I'm the most miserable person in the world. I was browsing through google when I found this and decided to join because I just need someone to talk too that can relate to me.
Not to be rude or anything but if you're going to add me to just have me there and ignore my comments and replies to you, then know as of now that I will delete you. I am not religious at all nor will I ever be. I love house and trance music, and partying and clubbing with friends. :D
June 1, 2008 3:41pm
Life was great until today, I've come to realize that I'm no one, I'm nothing. I'm just a waste of skin, there's no point of me living, I have no …
My mother passed away over two year ago when I was fifteen. She was shot randomly on her way home from work.
Constantly fighting with my father and other family memebers
My mother was on her way home from work and was shot to the head. She died the following day.
I smoke a few times a week and honestly I have no intention of quitting.
My father basically cheated on my mother all my life until a couple of months before she died. I still hold a grudge against him.
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I'm not sure if this would be considered self-injury but I hurt myself when I'm angry or sad. I punch myself, hit myself. Wonder about cutting or making myself bleed sometimes.
