This is something I posted somewhere else.

For once, here's Mari's experiences, for the world to see.
I want to start this off on the right foot. On why Mari wants to explain. http://driftingabout.blogspot.com/ If you take that link, you can see my best friend's little brother, explaining in his own words his surgery. He had a tumor growing around his ear and wht it did is explained by his mom below. But my side on this is that as you may all know, I love my friends to death. M-Boy has a sort of mental thing, autism, he has the mind of someone younge than him. It breaks my heart that he had to do the surgery. He's a bloody genius in math too. I mean he's like far surpassed Mari here and probably you guys. He's a genius to tuning intruments. I love him like a brother, and even though I do fight with them. If anybody messes with my family. This blondie will forget pacifism and kill them. No one messes with my brothers. No one messes with my friends. But I'm protective of my brothers due to the facts of the pain we've been through.
As my friends and each holding a piece of my heart ( And Soul.) I thought I should let you all know a little more about me. I'll go from beginning to end. I was born in Conroe Texas. Then we moved to Mississippi and Kenith was born. Then we move to California and lived there a little while, sometimes on the streets, but I dont remember much of it. Then we moved away from my father and into my uncle's home where Sean was born. We moved from Deer Park to Pasadena, then into Houston, where my pain began. We lived with my mom and beforehnd. She used to take us out with her when she recited poetry, we met awesome peopl. We never had much money, but she always tried to make us happy. When we first moved to Houston, I ent to school and no one truly liked me. I was gradually picked on more and more. All the kids mking up rumors about me, some as stupid and untrue as having lice and other things. My mother began to fall into an addiction with weed and she started having these people around all the time. I'd protest, but all she would do was scream at me. At school I remember one time that I had run off into the coach's office and just cried. I was in fourth grade and couldnt express my pain. I was drawn into helpless pain. I gained my first friend when she moved to there. We grew on one another and it was us against the others. I was almost drawn into fights all the time for stupid reasons. I had my friends turn my back on me. My mother always screamed at me as she fell deeper into her addiction, and she had a boyfriend who was my father figure. she was gradually forcing him to stay. He never stayed for her, but for us. We were helpless to the people my mom had come over, so he spent time with us outside as my mom dealed with drugs. He taught me how to swim and always gave us hugs and compliments, he always played arounf with us to. If we asked for something like, 'Where's Wascol?(Our cat)" He would reply, "He was... Delicious." Just those little things kept us happy. Eventually my mom fell into worse states, she began to sell herself, in other words prositution, cheating on our only father figure. It hurt him soo badly. It was unbearable. He would be drawn into fits of rage and pain, not expressing it only by telling her off in manners that I wanted to. eventually she began to use us to kep him there. He developed a drinking issue because of my moms damned activities. Eventually he left. she would be screaming and crying for him. not understanding why. she drove all the way to his house and waited with uss so force him out, to try and take him home again. We went often and sat out there at night, slept in the car most of the time. Listening to her cry. Listening o her wanting the one she hurt so badly. Eventually she just fell into drugs worse, and we were left to fend for ourselves. My brothers continued to be picked on and I stood up for them, always being emotionally shattered and sometimes just struck. I could never fight back. Anger pulsed through me and I always took my anger out on my brothers. My mom always yelled at me, telling me I was worthless, that I was a bitch. She kicked me out plenty of times. I just hung out on this area close to the roof, where she couldnt get me and I cried. I cried so much then. I couldnt strike her even though she struck me. she has this muscle disease that is similiar to artheritus, but to her muscles. I started staying out late, as far from her as I could. Yet I always had to come back. I had no where to go. Eventually my only friend moved and I made a couple others, one including John, who ended up liking me. I always screamed at him a fought verbal battles with him. I made him angry soo often.. I couldnt help it. I kept shattering further. I was lashing at the only people I had, my friends, my family. I was always in tears. I was always trying not to hurt anyone even though I needed to express my anger. So I just cried in my room. Listening to the drunk guys that always came over. Listening to my mom sell herself. Listening to my brothers expressing frustration and helplessness. I had to play the part of mom, when I was beyond emotionally unstable. I did what I could. I was almost raped. I had been sleeping on my bed, one of the few times I ever could, and one of the guys my mom knew broke in, beat up the guy she had watching us and came into my room an fell on me. He was drunk and felt up on me, I was scared into silence and tried to pull away, curling into a ball in the corner of my bed just short from crying. eventually he left and didn't do anythin further. My mom said she was sorry. Said that it would happen again. It didn't, because her friends merely had children that were older than me. They always picked on me and helped make my life even more of a living hell. I considered suicide, but I couldn't do it because my brothers needed me. once I told that to my friend Amethyst, who's in Kansas now, she made me promise I wouldn't. She told me that if I did, she would never forgive me, and so I didn't. I eventually began spending more time with her. I was half starved all the time, since my mother stole our money to buy her drugs and never fed us. I grew on her family, I had been welcomed to honestly and actualy experienced the family love I had been lacking. My mother had the knack of making me ask my uncle for money. I couldn't stand doing that, so I just never did and was screamed at for hours on end. I hapened to stop sleeping constantly because my mom's friends and the fact she promised me the computer and never let me on. "I promise, just one more hour.." I became sleep deprived, and was from sixth grade until the middle of eigth grade. My uncle found out and took us in. He wouldnt let my mom have us back and eventually took her to court for us. He became our guardian. She eventually began liking this one guy who beat her, so my uncle would make me see my mom and make sure he wasnt there. Everytime I told my uncle the guy wasnt there. He didnt believe me and thought I was lying, he sent Sean in instead. when Sean came back with the same news he would just say we shouldnt lie to him and we would leave. When I protested he only made me feel like shit, to say so the least. the first couple of nights at my uncle's house my little brother, Sean, stayed up at night crying. He wanted my mother. He wanted his mother. I eventually broke down too. He was young, too young to understand what Mommy was doing wronge.. I had to go to memorial and leave ALL of my friends behind. I was desperate and in pain when I first came. For almost all first semester I was wishing I could redo 8th grade. I missed Amethyst. I missed my friends and I was going to a school full of rich kids. We've spent almost a year and a half here and now things are like this. I'm now at the right weight. I'm still emotionally unstable, but I'm much better. I get yelled at a lot, but thats just because i'm me. What's bothering me now is the fact that my uncle always lets Kenith go out and do things until Midnight, Two or One AM. And I've come home at midnight once. and it was the end of the world. They keep on screaming at me for being a failure. I have my uncle over my shoulder telling me I'm going to be a Freshman next year. I have my aunt over the other telling me that everything I do is wronge and Needs to be corrected. I also have people hitting on me. Its kind of scary. I think I began to shake because of my emotional pain. I dunno. But That's most of Mari's screwed up life.