We grew up together. I've always seen him. He was the quiet boy. The boy that didn't have any friends. The boy everyone bullied. He's never seen again. Gone. I've always wondered what happened to him. It's been 6 years.
For four years I was verbally abused by my alcohol father, my mother was verbally and physically abused and on my 14th birthday he finally got sent to jail for verbal physical and alcohol abuse.
I've had my own set of issues after thoes 4 years
Self harming, disliking myself, and 2 Suicide attempts.
I'm gay
And not very proud.
Yet I've met this boy named Cleo
He's sweet
Kind
And oh so cute.
And I think I've fallen in love with him
(Mostly updates on Sunday or Monday)
Number 1 in the #emolove