A little about me

I was born January 29th 1983. The car died on the way to the hospital, that sucked and so has everything else since then. Through out my life all I've really been around is abuse, not really much towards me, but people I love. I used to watch a couple of my uncles get fucked up and beat their kids. I could never do anything about it. I think the worst though, I'm not going to say who, but. Watching someone I love beat the shit out of kid that I helped raise, and still not being able to do shit about it. I feel so bad for just standing there turning my head. Knowing that I let that happen just hurts so much......
Through elementary school I was picked on and fucked with everyday. In, Jr. High I found drugs and alcohol. I began to do a lot of shit that I regret. I was taken out of school in 7th grade and put into home school. In time I became very lonely truthfully having not one friend. For about 2 years I had no one, but my guitar and a pen. When I was about 15 something horrible happened to me. I have never told anyone about it, and I never will, but it really fucked me up. It still bothers me sometimes, but I try not to think about it.
Anyway, I met this girl a few months before I turned 16. She seemed nice at first. We started going out, after about the first week I hated her, but I stayed with her because I was afraid that I would never be able to do any better. So I was with this person for a year and one day. On our one year anniversary she told me how many times she had cheated on me in the past few months alone. She said that she had only slept with one of them. Still I was too afraid to end this meaningless waste of time. The next day she broke up with me, and began to spread rumors about me. For example: I beat her, pushed her down the stairs, I was addicted to heroin, ect. She told everyone I knew, they all believed it, aside from a couple of family members. Its been about two and a half years now, and still she is talking shit. I still don't understand why. The only thing I ever really did to make her upset was tell her to never speak to me again, which came after all the above bullshit.
After a while things began to get better I actually found some real friends, I had never really had that before. My friends are the greatest people you could ever meet. They are my family. I say that because, not all, but most of my family never has, and still doesn't believe in me. In their eyes I have always been a failure. I know I have fucked up a lot, but my friends still believe in me, while very few people in my family do.
Anyway, I've had a pretty fucked up and hard life so far, but I'm happy now and that's all that really matters. So to my friends THANK YOU!