Nomatterwhatkeepongoing Stories

My name is Ava, I like art, animals, and am pretty antisocial. My dad has cancer and my mom died a few years ago when I was 14. I'm 17 now, I know what this sounds like. I sound like I want your pity, and I would probably think that too. But trust me, I do not want your pity. I simply want to share something with you. My story. This probably sounds really depressing, but, maybe a depressing story is the perfect thing for a depressed girl. Read this story and maybe you'll actually get an insight on what the word "struggle" actually means. I hope you enjoy