Hi, my name is Callie Anderson and I am 17. I live in Seattle,Washington. I have blackish brown hair and my complexion is icy and cold. I've had a pretty tough life I guess you could say. I'm not exactly normal, I wouldn't consider myself well rounded either. My mom had me when she was 19. I don't know what she looked like, she died when I was only 9 months old from breast cancer. So it's only me and my low life no good father. Ever since I could remember he drinks every single day and sits in his chair half asleep and drunk. I would go into detail with him, but I don't know him well enough to even say what he's like. The only attention he has shown me is by beating me and going on and on about how I caused my mothers death. I try my best to stay away from the house as much as I can.
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Imperfect Love
Fanfiction"We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly"- Sam Keen
