My favorite colors are purple and green, I love reading, and everything to do with history.
I’m 5’3.5 and I weigh 127.6 lbs, my natural hair colore is dirty blonde/light brown,and my eyes are a dark chocolate color, one eye is lighter than the other.
When I was 2 years old I was taken from my momma, and placed in foster care. While I was in my first home the foster “parents” molested me and hurt me. When I moved to my second home, they would abuse me and put on a show when we weren’t at “home”. By the time I turned three me and my older brother were adopted by my grandma, from the the start I was treated differently.
My older brother got away with everything, I would get in trouble for his wrong doings, I would be the scapegoat.My older brother got away with everything including hurting me, from the age of nine till I was twelve.
I never told a soul, when I entered the 6th grade I was a social outcast, I didn’t wanna talk to anyone, I was scared of people. Then COVID-19 hit, we were all forced into lockdown, but I would still hange out with what used to be my “best friend” and her family, about four months into 2020, April 6th, my brothers best friend, and girlfriends brother, had climbed on top of me when I was sleeping, and raped me. I told no one, I felt disgusting, and I absolutely hated myself for it. Even though it wasn’t my fault. Two months later I found out I was pregnant, but luckily I miscarried.I told my best friend at the time I’ll call her m, and she told her mom and I broke down because she did so. About a month or two later, my mother was labeling me a w**** and a s***, because prior to that after AP did what he did, my grandma thought I had s** with him and told everyone that I did, well my mother started calling me a w****…. Which lead me to telling my grandma about what AP did to me, and she told my older brother and he didn’t believe me, and also lead to my step grandfather finding out, he didn’t believe me either. A year went by and I was in seventh grade and I attempted to take my life because I hated myself so much and blamed myself and I was tried of replaying all those horrible memories, I failed(thankfully) and continued to live on. The more time when on, and the older I got, the more my grandparents treated me like an object, like I wasn’t human, and I wanted out of her and still do. I like walking and my favorite band is Linkin park, I have a total of three friends, and many acquaintances. I love life, but I hate myself, I like spaghetti and tacos. And most importantly I survived.