All my youth getting beat and r&ped was normal for me. One of the daily things you just had to go trough.
Then I'm 14.. 'father' almost kills me... 'mother' aint much better and we enter the world of fostercare.. You think it gets better... it doesnt...
Brother gets sick.. we finally get a good fosterfamily.. But abuse continues even though its 'just' at school now... I lose sight in one eye thanks to fosterparents... December 2009 brother gets sick again... Few month later he dies... leukemia.. World collapses around me.. Start of new schoolyear 2009-2010 bastard gets caught cause appereantly i told someone when i was in shock or something. March 2010 I get beat up by those b*stards again and i dont know but i can only assume its got to do with the whole abuse group from my.. what i thought was my past anyway.
But now im lying here again with a broken leg, few broken ribs, and a... bruised? wrist.. Is there hope... i dont think so
Whenever i get my hopes up for a 'normal' life something happens .... again

I wonder why i should even keep trying any longer.

sorry for my whining. im just .. empty. i dont know anymore.