People tell me i'm so cheerful, but they don't really know me.
I mean, i'm not starving in Ethiopia, but my mental state isn't great.
if i had a nickel for every time i told someone about my problem, i would't have a nickel until i finished this for you.
If you didn't catch what i mean, it's that i have never told anyone about my problems, thus implying i am a semi-keep-to-myself person who prefers not to pity herself in any manner.
i don't like pity party's, heck i don't even like regular parties.
now, my list:
-my parents separated after years of arguing in front of me and my twin brother
-my twin brother passed away in a car accident where he was in the car with my uncle going to the hardware supply store
-my mother is struggling on her antidepressants, and that's why i'm late to school almost everyday. I'm on a scholarship at a private school, so there is no option for a school bus route to to take me to and from school, and my mother struggles to pull herself out of bed every morning, and i would have my dad take me, but he has limited visitation rights, and taking me to and fro is not part of the agreement, so i have to sprint to school every morning on an empty stomach, because i can't cook, and as mentioned before, my mother is not a morning person.
-i get detention constantly for, you guessed it, being late to school on a regular basis.
Now that you know my backstory, we can dive deeper into my life a bit and how my life went haywire in high school.
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I ripped my flip-flop in half...
Fiksi Umumtara wants a relationship, but nobody wants her! she tries to jump through the hoops of her life, does some risky things, and has a few friends to help her through everything. WARNING: Foul language, Occasional smut, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
