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Hello to all the people of the world who may come across this. If you’ve ever wanted to be a hero or make a difference, this is certainly your chance.

I’m a seventeen-year-old male from Pennsylvania, USA with a rather serious problem: I live in the middle of nowhere with a family that hates me, and I have no way to escape it. I have no money, and I can’t get a job because where I live there is no public transportation for me to even get there. I walk around my house constantly watching my back because at any second one of my parents could hit me with yet another unfair comment about how I’m useless.

See, my father is psychotic. He has the worst anger-management problem I’ve ever experienced in anyone, but he thinks he knows better than any doctor who would recommend it. My mother is neurotic, and whatever my father tells her, she will believe. He tells her how to think. I have an 8-year-old brother who follows my father in everything he does, and even he uses my dad’s power against me. I know that sounds ridiculous, but he really does. He seems to find amusement in telling my dad I do things to him just so that I can get screamed at, threatened, and thrown out of the house for hours at a time. My father gives him whatever he wants at my expense, and he doesn’t even deny that fact. My family feels like a CULT, but I can’t do anything about it. I can’t even say anything because then I’ll be thrown out, and I have nowhere to go or even a way to get there if I did. And, unfortunately, it all comes down to what everything else in this world revolves around, which is money.

I’ve tried to tell people, yet no one believes me. I’ve called the police, but since my dad is a cop, he’s always the honest one. He has a friend that’s a judge and he says he’s going to use that against me the next time I “piss him off”. Everything pisses him off. He hates me because I don’t go to school or work. I do home schooling because I suffer from severe social anxiety and I panic in public places. My parents allowed me to do this, but every chance they get they use it as a reason to why I don’t deserve to live here. Well, I don’t want to live here. This is hell. I can’t continue with this anymore. What can I do? I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. Whenever I’m in a car anymore, I pray, pray to God that I’ll just get into an accident and die so I won’t have to go through this anymore. I decided to make this website as a last resort. You may have heard of “cyberbegging”, in which people in debt create websites and ask for money. I’m not in debt, this is my last hope in trying to save my life. I was just going to swallow a few bottles of pills until a friend begged me just to try this. I hate this idea, I mean, asking for charity? I was always too proud for something like this, but now it’s this or nothing.

I have ideas; I’m not useless. I have great ideas for books, some amazing contributions to literature (including this website, imagine that for a book idea). The only problem with that is that the publishing is not cheap at all. I just need some money to get me out of here to somewhere where I can work on these projects. And it needs to happen fast, because the day I turn eighteen I’ll be kicked out then dead. I don’t blame any of you for disbelieving every word I say. You can email me at kangirew@yahoo.com and I’ll answer any questions you have.



Otherwise, if you want to help save my life…

Kangaroo
257 Hemlock Trail
Lehighton, PA
18235

Of course, you could always just ignore all of this, taking away any belief I have about there being goodhearted people in the world, and then you’d be adding to the reasons why I should kill myself now. But you’ll have to live with that.