(A/N): sorry for making everyone wait. I've just been dealing with a lot of weird crazy stuff in my life, and I haven't been able to update anything. I am really sorry, and I hope you guys can forgive me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story I am about to write (re-write.)

(WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME TRIGGERING MOMENTS SUCH AS CUTTING AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. READER'S DISGRESSIONS IS ADVISED.)
Chapter one:
Today was a normal day for me...I guess...ok...I lied. Today was horrible. I never thought it would be this bad. I sat in my room crying for about half an hour..,well, I tend to exaggerate. I decided to just sit in my room and play a few games on my computer for about an hour or so to burn out some steam. I had to calm myself down sometimes. I didn't always know how, but I've learned things over the past few years.

(My computer freaked out, and now I have no clue how to fix this big gap XD)

I guessed Minecraft would help my problems fade. My mom works two jobs, and my dad doesn't work at all. He's at home getting an online college education to get a new job. His old one gave him a messed up back. I was stuck with him a little more now that it was summer time, and school is out for me. I hated school so much. There were too many bullies and mean people. Some of my friends would occasionally fight, and on the last day, my friends fought...just great!

I almost lost my cool, because I don't always see my mom. She's either in bed or at work. Half of the time when she was awake, she would be mad at me, and she would get angry, throw a fit, or sit there acting like a hormonal Minecraft was more of a pastime for me. I played it for hours and hours each day, and it seemed to help me more with my stress issues. Everything would go wrong and every bad thing would cause me to have a break-down. I've learned to deal with it as I got older, but I still have a lot of problems calming myself down.

Minecraft was a great game, because it was an escape from all of my problems. The (Favorite mob) was my favorite monster/mob. I would always put on my headphones and play while listening to my favorite music. I played it often, because I got really stressed often. I was just always stressed or upset about the smallest things. My parents would freak out about it and say that I needed help. I had been caught cutting myself or talking about suicide. I say it was nothing major, but my mom wanted to send me to a mental hospital. To be honest, threatening to take me to a creepy hospital would kill my sanity. I absolutely hate hospitals.

I am always really hard on myself, and that doesn't make my life easier. My mom says I'm always just sorry for myself, and I need to get a life. I just expect better things put of myself when I fail, and I feel like my mother doesn't understand that. Sometimes things got really serious or out of hand. I've talked about running away to my friends, and one of them told me that I could live with them, but their parents aren't any better. I just told them that if I ever got kicked out that I could live in Walmart or something. That one was a joke.

It didn't always take long for me to get over bad things. Sometimes it felt completely impossible. I always felt like I was a very forgiving person, and I forget a lot of things. I try to be a nice person and forgive, because that's how I was raised. I was raised to forgive and forget. I was taught by a friend once to forgive but never forget. That's hard, because I forget basically everything in my mind. It's like my mind is clearing it's history everyday. It makes me mad when I can't remember the easy things like why I entered a certain room, or what was that song I've heard a million times, but I forgot the name of it.

Small things like that would lead me to crying and my mom's yelling. Yelling from anybody used to always make me cry. I've learned to hold it in, but it's very hard since I'm very sensitive. If a person yells at me I won't talk t them. I look down and stare at the ground, trying not to cry. I hate the roughness of people's voices when they yell at someone. My mother yelled at my (sibling) and it made me upset, so I started crying. My mom got mad at me, and she started yelling at me. These things make my life hard, and I feel like it isn't easy to live.

Hey guys! Kai is here!
Well I finally finished the first chapter to this story. Wow...878 words. My usual intros are shorter, because intros are supposed to be short.. But yaknow, I still did it! usually my chapters have a minimum of 1,000 words since I came back from school. Beforehand on my other stories, I probably updated about three paragraphs, so I feel like I've changed things up a lot. I am 13 now, and things are a lot bigger in my story history. I will try to set goals and make a schedule for updates, but for now...I'm just gonna go my own way and update what I want.
I hope you guys like this, and I hope you continue to read it.
Thank you guys,

Kai