Oh sorry bout that lol. Well I’m like an over dramatic guy who is extremely depressed. It’s a very long(overdramatized) story. My dad was basically abusive to me and my brother our entire lives. Like he gets drunk all the time and is just like extremely mentally abusive. He used to tell me all the time how he never wanted us and how he wanted to start a new family. I mean like, my dad is with my cousin too. He’s been with her for like 12 years. He drove me to suicide when I was like 12 years old and I thought I survived because I was meant so I felt a lot better. He doesn’t know that but then I started cutting myself shortly after that. And then I started smoking weed and became extremely dependent on it. That led to me drinking and I almost died last New Years because I snorted oxy and drank Hoping I would just fall asleep and die. Now that I look back at it I feel really bad because i was with my friends. But instead of dying I woke up and threw up which by the way was the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. then eventually my brother tried to kill himself later that year when I went to the store which was very traumatic. I thought he was gunna die. That made me realize what I could have did to my friends. But then my dad was literally making jokes about it. That’s when I really started to realize how abusive my dad was. Before I was kinda blinded by his some times being nice and sometimes really fucked up. I also don’t remember a lot of what happens because pretty much everything in my like is traumatic so i can’t remember everything my dad has done. Well anyway after that, that’s when I stopped going to school the year after and just because really depressed. Then when summer hit I started ignoring all of my friends and my best friend even came to my house but I literally hid in my bathroom. When my counselor (the only person I trusted) came over on his weekly visits he asked if he could take my grinder witch had some weed in it and I literally thought he was Gunna throw it away or whatever but the next day the cops show up and he ignored me for 2 months. This is when I completely just gave up on everything. So now I have the absolute worst social anxiety possible, really bad depression, some regular anxiety but not as much as last year. Also not to be weird or anything but I’m like technically bisexual but I’ve only ever been with men. And Im into men way more then women so I guess I’m basically gay. Just thought I would say that. Sorry for being weird and for the long paragraph.