The life of Hannah.

I guess this isn't the best way to start but I tend to give the irrelevant details before the relevant ones. My name is Hannah. If I was to meet you for the first time, perhaps I'd say I was your average 15 year old girl; but I'd be lying not only to you, but to myself. Many teenagers have problems of their own. We're all going through different things. Some are finding themselves, some are lost, some are confronted with their sexuality and some are being consumed by their own minds. I fit in with the last category.
You're confused, right? Let me fill you in.
I'm currently living with my mother; I try to look after her the best I can, but things are so dysfunctional. She's always been a big drinker. Scrap that, she's an alcoholic. Plain as day. A reckless, cruel alcoholic. She hides her booze everywhere, has sex with men for money, she has no morals. I hate her for some of the things she's put me through but I love her. I want to help but I don't know how I could ever help someone like that.

We had an unbreakable bond at one point, but her behavior ruined everything. Most fractious I've ever witnessed, actually.
I aren't your stereotypical teenager, there are sides of me I am going to show you, the one no one else but those who are close to me have had the displeasure of seeing. You can be my friend, and I'll let you see into my mind. I'm rude. I'm ruthless. I'm confrontational, but my own morals are something I've always stuck by.