When I was seven years old I lived on the second floor in a block of flats in Paris with my mum, dad and dog. My dad used to work in England, Mondays to Fridays. I was asleep for some of this, but from what I've been told it was on a Monday, around three in the morning and the dog refused to stop barking. My mum woke up to see what the problem was and noticed that our floor was very hot. She went to the balcony and looked down and all she could see was flames so she woke my dad up who woke me up.
From then onwards, my memories of the night begin with my dad lifting me up and placing me on their bed. I had no idea what was going on. I kept asking and asking and not being answered. I kept asking why the lights weren't on but I was just being ignored. I heard my mum telling my dad to ring the fire services. I don't know if that was when I understood, but I realised that the flat was going up in smoke. My dad picked me up and took me to the balcony so I could get some clean air. I was then lifted up and I had to grab onto my dad and he climbed from one balcony to the one next door, probably because our flat had caught fire. All I could hear were screams and people shouting and things breaking and a siren of a fire engine below. I stood on the balcony. I couldn't hear them talking next to me, I just concentrated on looking down at the fire engine. Then there was a jump, a pool of blood and a horrible crunch of bones. The woman who lived on the top floor jumped. Now I know it is because she didn't want to burn to death.
My family and a few others survived the fire but 8 people died, including one fireman.
These were my neighbors.
This understandably scarred me.

At the age of 10, for a year I was being repeatedly molested. Certain close friends know about this but my boyfriend and parents and therapist don't. I suppose the embarrassment of being violated like that gets to me. I have a lot of pride and I can't really admit to being weak like that. My boyfriend does know that I have experienced sexual assault, but not that it was weekly for a year.

For the past year nearly, I have had my life dominated by a certain guy. He himself has had a tough life. I love him with all my heart. The problem with this guy, however, is that he has hurt me deeply. Don't get me wrong, I had my part to play. I pushed him away and I hurt him a lot, partly because of the depression I was feeling, but he really upset me. He cheated on me countless times and I took him back regardless because I loved him. Now we're not together anymore and I have a wonderful boyfriend but it still hurts when he tells me he still loves me one day and tells another ex he still loves her the next.

In September this year, me and that boy had a huge break up and I was devastated. A very friend of mine who lived in Wales (I live in England) called me to look after me. While crossing the road and on the phone to me, he was run over. I miss him terribly.

My best friend is terminally ill. She has been told that she has four years to live. Last week she passed out twice and had to go see a doctor who told her that by not going into hospital full time she is killing herself. She is so ill that she has lost feeling in her feet but she refuses to go to hospital. I hate to see her in pain.

Maybe I should shut the fuck up but I needed to get it out, I would really like it if you could help me?

again I wish I could have helped more!

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DEEZNUTS IS AMAZING!

As for encouraging my friend to go into hospital, I begged her but she refuses to spend months of her last few years on Earth in a hospital.