My family was never perfect. It started out bad. Mom and dad were always on drugs. Three weeks after I was born my dad left. Iv only spoken to him once since he's left. I still communicate with that side of the family. Just not him. My mom never was really a mom. She had a new boyfriend every week. But one in particular i hate. His name is Greg. We lived with him. He done things to me, sometimes even my brother. That's all I'll say about that. And my mom didn't believe me, still to this day. But that's okay. I never really had many friends growing up. I kinda stick to myself. I have plenty of internet friends. I never get to see them though. I used to be really depressed, I cut. Tired to kill myself several times. But I'm better now. One friend in particular helped a lot. Her name is Zoe (Hi Zoe!). She lives forever away though. I guess my life now is okay.
