So, my story's a bit different then most stories that I've seen.. But here it goes, my dads an alcoholic and him and my mom use to get in fights all the time, so the broke up, I was three at the time, my mom got full custody of me but she let my dad come and take me to the park once a week. Then my mom got a boyfriend (i was 5 now) and my dad stopped comming to see me and I started getting a little depressed. Then one day ( almost 7 now)I thought my life was gonna be turned around, I was moving city, a fresh start. But boy was I wrong. Everything was so different. I kept doing things the way I use to, but I just got bullied for it. I started to cut an think I was worthless. I started to think alcohol was better then me( if my dad stopped drinking he could have half custody of me). I started to slowly tear myself apart. But then my best friend from my old school found me on social media and we started to talk and she made me realize I wasn't worthless. People just do things differently and I shouldn't be ashamed of who I am.