*triggering subjects like self harm, suicidal thoughts and actions, abuse that stuff* Dino never had anyone to love him. Dino never had much going for him. Dino never had friends. Dino never had a family. Dino never had an easy life. Being the dinosaur boy at school wasn't easy. No one talked to him unless it was an insult. If he got up in class he would be laughed at. He would leave school with new bruises and scabs from being beaten that day, only to go home and get another beating from his single, drunkard mother. And then to beat himself up after living through another day of bullshit. Living in the park was occasional for him. Sleeping in cold bushes at the weekends is something he would do, as he had no where else to go. He would starve as usual. Staying there helped him get him where he is today. A girlfriend he adores and a group who cares. But still, he believes he is worthless and doesn't deserve anything.