Heyy ^^

Heyy, Jacob here.
So, today was pretty boring and shit, so I'll tell everyone my life story, aren't you all excited?
My mum had me when she was sixteen, pregnant from her first time yet still labelled a slut.
When she popped me out, she gave me to her parents, as she was afraid she couldn't give me a good life.
Two years later, she wanted me back and a huge law suit began. In the end, I got to stay with my nan and pop, who I have called mum and dad my whole life.
At four, my Gran died, it hit me hard, I had never been that upset before. She was an amazing person, and I still miss her dearly.
I remember how she always left her pins laying around, and we would stand on them and know straight away who to blame.
When I was 8-ish, my bio-dad left to Queensland with his wife and three kids, to repair his marriage after fucking his best friends wife.
No communication from him or his family what so ever, I would normally tell you I hate his guts. But in all truth, I love him so much, it hurts to think he doesn't want, nor need, me in his life.
At the start of high school, I became the subject of a group of jerk's bullying. I was called faggot, fat, red headed rat rooter, everything you can think of.
It got so bad, I didn't want to go to school anymore. But instead, I went to school, told them to shut the fuck off, and it basically stopped.
Last November, I went with mum and dad over to a country in the Middle East called Qatar, as my dad had a job over there, being Kurri's Aluminium Smelter's expert, and now Qatalum's expert.
I couldn't handle the change, so I came home, to a world of hell.
I will never forget the look on mum's face when I said goodbye to her outside that foreign airport, preparing to leave her, dad and a new family friend, Ann, for what felt like ever.
Back in Australia, my bio-mum was such a raging, out of control, constant PMS bitch, that I began cutting myself to get out all the hate and anger she made me feel.
The hardest part was, I still loved her. I hate her so much, yet I love her, so much conflict!
Anywayz, now mum is home from Qatar because she had Diverticulitis, I'm living with my aunty, my depression is getting worse, instead of better, and I am finally completely out as gay.
People still hassle me about the gay thing, but I shrug it off now.
But the whole depression thing has just got out of control. I went from slowly recovering, to taking 15 cold and flu tablets the other night in a suicide attempt.
So, I am making a blog to get all those feelings out so that episode doesn't happen again.
I'd make a video blog on Youtube, but I'd be way to embarrassed and studder and stuff.
Anyway, cya
xx