The Truth, About Malise140.

I want you tell you about my life. So I will. You need to understand me to like me, be friends with me, or for me to even be social towards you.

So, the world got terrible on the 4th of September, 1998. I am fourteen years old now and that "thing" over there is me. Not the prettiest looking girl around, I know. Anyway, before I go into an insulting rampage about myself, I'll start from when my problems started.

I was twelve. Happy. Care-free and ginger. Yes, I was a ginger kid. Just leaving primary school. Got high levels in my SAT's. Did level six SAT's because the headteacher thought I was capable of it, and I was.
Our first day at secondary school.. was on my birthday. Yeah, I was excited. Scared? Heck yeah. Shy? I'm not me without shyness.

Well, anyway, a couple of months later I was bullied for my hair colour, my fatness and apparently I was an "unsociable cunt". This went on and on. I didn't tell anyone. Not even my twin or older brother who I am the closest too.
 (The one on the top with the glasses is my twin Dom. I am as blind as him. I use contacts though. And the one on the bottom is my older brother Kai.) The fat jokes got worse, and as they did, I stopped eating altogether. I am now anorexic. And so is Dom. Because when I stopped eating, so did he. He said, "Malise, you have to eat. If you don't eat, I won't." and that's exactly what happened. I made him anorexic. Because of me.

When I become anorexic, they couldn't bully me for being fat. So they moved onto my hair colour. Apparently ginger's are the devils children because of their fiery hair. That is a load of rubbish. We're normal kids which a brighter hair colour than you. So, when I was thirteen, on the 19th of April, I dyed my hair black. Without anyone's permission because I know they would say no. I went ahead and did it.
They stopped bullying me about that.
Then Ryan committed suicide. My oldest brother. He got bullied for

being gay. He wanted to kill himself so bad, and he did. In the dead of  night so no one could stop him. I don't even want to go into the detail of his death because it's so horrid. But I'll give you a hint. Train tracks. I was thirteen when I got my first tattoo. And it was for Ryan.

That is the tattoo. 'R' for Ryan with a heart because I love him, and three stars. One for each of his boyfriends that didn't abuse him. So that's what my tattoo means. And it's important to me.
Now, your probably's wondering when asylum and cutting comes in since I'm almost up to age fourteen. Well, I was thirteen when I went insane. Went to asylum.
It was when Dom started getting beat up at school. I was made to watch. Couldn't do anything about it though. I had to watch my own twin bleed on the ground, in pain. This went on for weeks until I snapped. I lost it. I had a mental breakdown. A bad one. The guy who held me in place to make me watch my brothers pain, got his "downstairs" parts damaged. If I would  have had a hammer, that boy would no longer be alive. I would have smashed his skull in.
The breakdowns became more frequent, and those idiots of parents sent me asylum (if you don't know what that is, it's sort of like a mental institute for insane people). I don't even want to go into detail into that horrible place. So many restraints... Well I spent two months in there until they finally thought I was fit enough to be a civilized human again, and was allowed home. That was why I was off MovieStarPlanet for so long. Sorry about that. And now we come to the age of fourteen. The cutting stage. Well, I got depressed when my Mum became an alcoholic (I don't know her reasons) and started picking on me and Kai. Apparently, my birth was a mistake. It's her fault for getting lucky with Dad -.- Anyway, I went out and got my snakebites to take my mind off things, and I'm not classed as the "emo" girl. Thanks for that guys (Note the sarcasm) and I started cutting. I'm not going to show you any cuts, because I know Kai (not my brother) will be reading and I know for a fact, he doesn't want to see. I did some pretty bad cuts, carved things into my arms. That kind of thing. And now I have therapy (not including non-brother Kai).
So please, if you've read all this, think before you say stuff, because the person you call fat, might go anorexic and starve themselves. And so on. Just think. It's not hard. Unless your a soulless person who wants to ruin someones life.

But on a happier note, I stopped cutting for Kai (not my brother) a while ago. I've been eating more, and Kai (not my brother) has kept me happy. So, now I'd like to thank some people for what they've for me.

Kai (not my brother, my boyfriend) for always being there for me. Always willing to give a cuddle when I need it.
Kat, for being my best friend through thick and thin. :')
And Molly, for also being a best friend who is willing to let me share my problems and comfort me. You can tell me anything now Molly. You're like a sister to me. So is Kat.

So yeah, thanks for reading about my life. I love you guys to pieces.

Mali-chan~