my dad used to abuse me and one of my sisters mostly emotionally but sometimes physically when we were younger, so mom sent us to boarding school
after school ended i moved in with some students from uni, but one of the dudes would hit me quite a lot, to the point where i was in hospital a few times

to escape that, i lived on the streets...ended up living on the streets for about 8 months, until i one day bumped into a highschool friend who let me crash on his couch
while i was on the streets, i saw a lot of abuse, and although i thought what i copped at home from dad, and from the student flat mate, it was nothing compared to the stuff i went through on the streets
cops looked down at me, school kids glared, shop owners hated us...the amount of times ive been raped, or had to fight people to protect myself...its horrible
i developed a drinking problem, and was drinking pretty much all day every day
throughout mydrinking, id try ecstasy a fair bit, and LSD, pot...one day an older male streety gave me a shot of morphine, then i tried speed, and then heroin...i got hooked to the heroin and did some stupid, and unspeakable things to get it...one of the less horrific things i did was steal from people, or break into cars, and hock things in

i guess...i just need to get my "story" out a bit, because i never get the chance to talk about things...never trust enough to talk...im still addicted to smack but am getting better, and have been off the streets for almost 3 months...

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RIP Nome (DoD 16/6/09) & Frankie (DoD 16/6/09) -
you were the best friends possible

Its good your getting better now, no matter what people have done recovery is still a miracle in many cases. At least you have the will power to do it. well done.