Life and Its Discrepancies

Summary

Got a sister the day I started walking.
Everything was going pretty good.
Parents starting do to this thing called fighting.
Next thing I know, my father's moved out.
Lived a happy life. Moved on.
Got a half brother.
Loved him to pieces.
So did step-mom, but left for a life of drugs.
So did dad. Two states away.
Took my brother with him.
Saw them once or twice a year.
Dad called every day.
I missed them.
Two years later, I live 40 minutes away from them.
Happiness.
So why was I so sad?
Panic attack at Gran's house.
No reason to it.
Gran says depression runs in the family.
Mom doesn't care.
Step-dad says I want attention.
Nothing more said.
Boyfriend not the nicest.
Started wearing long sleeves.
My thighs hurt.
My stomach hurt.
It grumbled too.
But I was not hungry.
Got in fight with mom.
Called police.
Threatened suicide.
Hospital until two am.
Broke up with him.
Found someone else who made me happy.
She dumped me a week later.
Mom finally cared.
Got medicine.
Still didn't help.
Still felt like shit.
I met her.
She made me happy.
Few months of putting up with bitch face.
She was mine.
She is mine.
So far, so good.