So Kyle my boyfriend has challenged me to write more about my past since its apperantly good to vent my issues. I left off at 11 right? So after my family died I was a suicidal case not only did I lose my other half, my twin, wombmate Sebastian; it felt like my still beating heart was ripped strait out of my chest... I couldn't breathe. I slowly lost weight and developed insomnia. I missed my mother like crazy and I still hate myself for telling her "I wish you would die" (....be careful what you wish for). I missed my Dad even more I was what you would call Daddy's little girl.. the apple of his eye although I couldn't brag to Nicolette about that since she was the youngest and automaticly the one who was spoiled rotten. Niki was the pain in the ass little sister and I regret that I was always so mean to her.... I mean she was annoying and always followed me around she copied what she saw me do and I ignored her  I hate myself for not paying more attention but I guess I was to busy being unhappy and unsure of myself to care. After their funerals I killed myself unfortunatly my uncle found me on the bathroom floor dying with an empty bottle of Benadryl in my hand I was dead by the time I was carried into the ER  but the Doctors had to save me.... This happend  three more times and everytime when I finally die someone had the nerve to bring me back to life. My last OD attempt was my 13th birthday