My biological father left when I was a baby, and I grew up barely seeing my mom until I was around 8 years old. My mom got remarried, and had to quit her job. My step dad, we'll call him D, refused to let her get another one so she was usually at home after that. We grew really close, and my sister and I grew apart.  When I was 11, my mom died from lung cancer, on November 24th. D remarried and adopted me and my sister. I have depression, and listened to music to help. BTS has helped the most since I learned about them, and they usually make me feel better just by existing. But things have been gradually getting worse. Sometimes I feel like ending it all, but I'm trying to keep going, because I can't just die when I still have a chance of meeting BTS. :\ I'm now living with my aunt and grandparents, and got my phone taken away for being gay. So yay, as if I wasn't already wanting to die. But I got a tablet they don't know about, so ha.