Me.

Well, at a request, this is going to be a part of what I go through in life.

I’m fifteen. My mother died when I was six, I only saw her until I was three. My dad is getting married soon and I’ll be moving to a different state where the ground is sand, with three new siblings. My close relationships are with one of my friends, maybe two, My brother, my soul brother, and my boyfriend, who I’ve been dating since 12. I have social anxiety/phobia and paranoid schizophrenia. I don’t hear voices, I just get really sick and scared. I cut myself, but I promised my bf, brother, and soul brother that I would stop. I live with my grandparents and my dad. We’re moving out mainly because my grandparents treat me like I’m a foster kid. They only treat me nice when they want something. My boyfriend lives in a different state, but we’ve worked it out for a while. After a while, you don’t notice the distance. Because of my SAD, I don’t have many friends. I was raped when I was seven, and a lot of people call me a slut because I’m not virgin. I’m a full time musician, And I play six instruments. Flute, clarinet, guitar, vocals, keyboard, and harmonica. Not many people like me, but I also have trust issues. I’m quiet, and would rather stay in the dark. I speak Spanish, English, and Latin.