Many of us feel just like you, it will get better in time, believe me. We all are soldiers. LP will always be here for us, Chester is always here with us in their music and healing those wounds. @LinkinJam cherrish those years that are behind you, because they made you stronger.
I’m telling you this because I understand you. Because for me, my childhood was also hard. My parents got divorced when I was little and I grew up without my father. I was bullied in elementary and high school just because I was quiet and different (everybody hates math but me etc.). I was sexually harassed by a schoolmate in 4th elementary class.
During my high school my mom was years without work, we lost our house and went to live with my father. Just imagine you have your room, your bed, your world. And then everything gets thrown out the window and you’re living with two other people ((mom, brother) and a dog in one room.
Everyday there was arguing because my mother hates my father and just needs to argue with everyone around. Don’t get me wrong, I love them both, but she and my brother were so unemphatic and ignorant during those years. My brother played computer games (at loud, without headphones) every day until 3:00A.M. I couldn’t sleep. During my college I was trying to be an exceptional student, I finished with red diploma in the end. But because of lack of sleep every night, many times I couldn’t function at school and I lived just thanks to everyday coffees (drinking of which, by the way, caused me another incurable health issues that I have today).
At the top of it all I fell in love with my best friend. I never told him and endured the pain for the sake of our friendship for years. I was in constant depression. After many years he told me he’s gay. It was the end of the world for me then.
After a few years living with my father, he got so many debts (moans) that there were so many days we even had nothing to eat. But both my parents, they always had something to smoke (and cigarettes are pricey in our country). Everyday I constantly feared for my home and existence and imagined us living under a bridge in a tent. Those were the times I had suicidal thoughts.
After a few years of this hell we’ve lost even our second living and I finally moved away to a college hostel. LP helped me a lot to get through these times, without their music I wouldn’t be here anymore.
After I went to college I found many people who like same things as me and understand me better. Although they were not LP fans, they were technicians just like me and had many similar interests.
Looking back at the years, I cherrish them, because I became much stronger than before. I can endure pains that others cannot and stay calm in crazy situations. Chester’s death hit me hard, but now I know that he’ll always be here to save me when I’ll need it Just like you will
We had a hard life, but I’m happy for it. Those who hadn’t, don’t know what life’s about I am stronger now and you are stronger too!
Edit: Well I forgot to write that my mother is a schizofrenic. She doesn’t know and denies it, but the closest family knows too well. So it’s like I grew up with two persons. The first one: the kind, loving and carying mother whom I’ll always cherrish and love. And the second one: a paranoid, crazy, unemphatic, ignorant, selfish person who likes to virtually kick into everyone around just to make herself feel better. This person told me that I was an unwanted child and she should have gone to an abortion when she had me. This second person emerged more and more frequently over the years. 2004 and following years were the hardest and I had Meteora as a cure. I totally impersonated with Numb and Chester screamed for me everytime when I couldn’t. For that I’m eternally grateful.