Xinyta
♤Id driven soul | Broken but not Insane☆
My dad died long time ago in 1996, but he was a good parent along with my mom that still treated me like a normal person. And both my mom and older brother try to make me feel better during days when I'm feeling down. It's not always, but it's still better than nothing.
I currently live with my Uncle in my grandparents house. He has been my support for as long as I have been here for 3+ years. My grandparents were the only other direct positive support I had when I was a toddler. In between then and now, it was nothing but hell. More so in my head, than anything. Not to discount the behavior and actions of my hypocrite, control freak, parents.