So here’s my story. From the beginning. I’m a girl, 11 yrs old, and here’s where it began. When I was 4 my father dies or cancer. Lung cancer. I don’t remember him but still. Hurts. My mom in the other hand, does drugs, so I got given over to my aunt when I was little. But guess what? MY AUNT DID DRUGS TOO. ironic right? My aunts son, at 17 hrs old, raped me from the age 5 to 7. Then he got caught. Then my step uncle raped me too. My aunt covered for him. But she was in the SAME ROOM whne it happened. So she heard. Yet he never went anywhere. Then I got taken out and went to a foster home. Lesbian parents. (I didn’t mind). But they starved me. So I left there too. Went to my grandparents house. (My dads side). That’s where I am now. Adopted, for three years. But. Still. I’m pansexual ans they are homophobic. So they don’t know. I went to the juvenile detention center for trying to STAB SOMEONE with scissors. Yeah. Crazy, much? Also when I was 8 I got sent to thr mental hospital