Resignation Story

You don't know what I have gone through, in 2007, my world died, my grandfather, that I was so close to passed, my one friend, the one that actually cared, the one that would take a bullet for me. Ever since then, I have been devastated, I have never gotten over it, I have not seemed to get over my pain from that. Ever since that one day, where I was forcefully carried away from my dead grandfather, when I saw the monitors lines form a straight line, I couldn't stop crying, ever since that very day, I haven't been the same, I am now depressed, for many years, depressed, unable to fucking think straight, you all think I'm okay. I have been through hell. My own dad took me fucking hostage, captive, against my fucking will, he threatened me, he told me, not to do anything, but talk, talk about what he does, and what he did that hurt me, which was what he was doing, he has thrown fucking plates and chairs at me, he has tackled me to hard fucking wood, ever since those days, I have not been the same, and I will never be again, I am easily affected by small things, I am very emotional, and some of your words, they hurt me, personally, that's why I feel like this, maybe now you care, somewhat.