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This thing is tho mate, i get what you're saying about the rate me, but, if like 90+% of people think i am a 2/10. They provide for themselves and i provide for myself. It dosent matter, we have no relevence to each other in life. I mean, i could go days without talking to them.

we have never been a close family, it may sound really fucked up, but i think of them more as just people i live with as appose to family. I would like to be able to open up to them like that, but i just can't. So I've been working since (Turning 17 in 2 weeks). I had to go straight into work because my dads company collapsed as i was in my final year, so, i had to be able to pay for myself (Were in the process of loosing our home now). Nah, we finish school at 15/16 in the UK. I hope for everyone, when their time comes, it was as peaceful as it was for me. Fighting back to life was the most painful thing I could ever imagine. Dying didn't hurt at all, it was very calming. Three days later, I woke up in extreme pain and they told me I would probably survive. The heart monitor was inconsistent, I was bleeding profusely from the head, my eye was out of its socket, my brain exposed, my skull shattered, body mangled, and I felt no pain other than the look on my mother's face emotionally hurt me. The moment I was supposed to die, I woke up briefly though. One time during that I felt pain, oddly enough, when the pain meds were in me I could feel the pain because I was intolerant to the medication, when they got all pain meds out of my system, I felt no pain again. I felt no pain and I didn't really care what was going on.

During that night, the first things i remember when waking up here and there was peace. I had gotten in a bad car accident and no one suspected I would survive it.

Obviously, I am not dead, but I was supposed to be at one point. I will share a little experience with you.