I feel that I need to stay anonymous. No matter what kind of blog I try to keep, people that I know always seem to find it, and I want a space where I can be free to talk about my issues where nobody is going to judge me. Maybe if someone gets to know me, I'll tell them who I am, but for now I'd prefer to stay anonymous. I shall tell you everything about me, bar my name and where I live specifically.
So I am an eighteen year old female from North England. I was brought up by my Mum. I didn't know my Dad until the age of seven. He got in touch and said,' If I'm paying for it, I wanna see it.' Mum should have known then it would end badly. He kept coming to visit for a few weeks. He gave me a christmas card and a Gabrielle CD (as he'd recieved two.) He even asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him I wanted a pink scooter, but that my Mum couldn't afford one. He came round the day before my 8th birthday and gave me this present. He told me I could unwrap it then as he wanted to see if I liked it. It was exactly what I'd asked for. I scooted round and round the cul-de-sac, in my element. He told me that he would phone me the next day to wish me a happy birthday, and that he would be round to see me the next weekend. I waved him off as he left in his shiny red car. Read more »