It's Sydney: Hair dye. Piercings. Metallica. -sex, drugs, & rock-n-roll- Tattoos. Weed. Tyler. Tumblr. Cutter. Depression. Suicidal. Singer. Single. Music. Nice. Blunt. Helpful. I'm pretty much just another 16 year old girl who has traveled to hell & back for 6 years trying to find her way through life. Enough about me, tell me about you?
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I was born december 4, 1996 to Ty & Julie Denney. My little brother was born 15 months later on March 10, 1998. From a child’s perspective everything would seem okay. But it wasn’t. My dad was in prison a lot of my childhood, & my mom was at work a lot. When dad wasn’t in prison, & mom was home they always fought. My brother & I used to hide under out plastic table, covering it with blankets & having chairs holding it up, making a fort. I remember him crying & I had to hold him to calm him down. When I was turned 10, my mom went to the hospital. She went into a coma & her livers & kidneys were failing. I started cutting myself. First they were just a few little scratches, but the turned to deeper cuts leaving many scars. After my mom got out of the hospital my brother & I were living at my grandma’s with my mom & her. My grandma left for the weekend, & my mom, brother & I were sitting watch a movie called thirteen. After my brother & I got into a fight & my mom got involved. My brother told her about how I was cutting..She called my dad & they sent me to an institution. I was there for about 3 months. I came home & my mom & I moved to new jersey, then to new york with my aunt. She got sick again & we moved back here. After she got better my dad went back to prison. My mom started seeing other people. When my dad got home, my mom left my brother & I for her boyfriend. So we moved in with my dad. I was so mad about the fact that she would leave her two kids behind like that, I hardly spoke to her. Her boyfriend was a pervert, & abusive. But we had to go over there to see her. My mother & I started getting closer, but then one night we got into a huge fight. She let me down for the last time, I told her I wanted nothing to do with her anymore & that I hated her…I woke up the next morning to a phone call from my dad saying she had died…I lost it. I didn’t know what to do. My uncle died the next year, & my older brother died earlier this year. I have had many other family members die in between. I have lived with depression for 6 years now. I’ve attempted to kill myself 10 times, & I would have done it again if I didn’t have my boyfriend & the few other people in my life that I have.