I feel a little damaged these days. I can’t seem to tell anyone about the things I suffer… But it’s not like anyone notices anyway. Not until it’s a huge inconvenience to them at least. View
There isn't a lot for me to say. Until the age of thirteen, I was admittedly a spoiled brat. I made a lot of bad choices for myself, and when I turned thirteen, I realized it was due to some of the stress I underwent with my family. I grew up taking care of my mentally I'll parents as emotional support, and I started doing the same for my friends. That sounds noble, but for a thirteen year old, that is messed up. I didn't have a lot of experience being a teenager until I was placed in foster care at thirteen. Even then, I had to be the grown up of my foster family until I was moved to a new one at fifteen. Life is a lot better now. I love my life even if it was a little tough. This is a watered down version of who I am, but I am always willing to answer questions.