My name is Karia and I'm 16 years old. I struggle from depression and anxiety. I'm known as a "bad girl" at school because I'm not afraid to put up a fight. And it's all my dads fault. I'll tell you more about that later but for now here is what I look like
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But yeah.
I never had my mom there for me either,all she does all day is drink wine and smoke dope. And you know what? No fucks given. I've known how to take care of myself since day one,and I've been counting down the days till my 18th birthday,the day I can leave this hell hole that my mom calls a home. When she doesn't buy food, I steal her pills and sell them or else I wouldn't be here today. For enjoyment, I whoop some asses in the alley next to us, so I guess you could say that my life isn't about me coming home to fresh baked cookie and warm hugs, in fact, I come home to the fresh smell of weed and cold ass arguments.
