creepypasta x reader! "weak"

your backstory

Hey guys, so this is my first story and i would like to know if it's good or should i stop writing and end the story. Thanks :)

y/n- your name

e/c- eye colour

h/c- hair colour

h/l- hair lenght

f/f- favourite food

f/c- favourit colour

f/n- friend's name

r/c- random colour 

and the basics...

Your life has been a complete mess. you are 16, you have e/c eyes an h/c h/l hair. You hate yourself because you think that because of you your  family is that fucked up.                                             your parents are divorced since you were born. They always loved your older brother more. your mother worked all the time, she thought that if her work comes home you would be closer. But she was wrong. the only thing that you do together is screaming at you because you can't please her expectations.                                                                                                                                           Your  father have another family, a new wife and an 8 years old son who always said that y/n was mean to him, so you could get in trouble. when your father comes to see you is drunk and abuse you, coming to compliment your big brother, or to talk with your mother for work.                        You was always bullied by your classmates, they always said that you're fat, stupid, ugly, untalented. You found only one friend with who you could talk with, but she could easily betray you, or lie to you. Ofcourse you always knew when she does, but you just couldn't put yourself to tell her.                                                                                                                                                                                  After 7 years of this torture, you became "fake", shy, but you had both bad and good part of you. You never told anyone what you really want or think, you always said what people wanted to hear. you went to an art school, because this was one of your favourite things. There were good people, but no one knew the real you.                                                                                                              Every night you cried yourself to sleep, cut yourself till you bleed too much and pass out. Many times you were left without food for days.                                                                                                                  You found people with who you go out drinking, having parties, smoke and etc.