I was only five when my fauther died. He got in a car crash. That left my mom to take care of me, my two sisters and my brother. It was hard for her, I saw how she struggled. I was the youngest. Soon enough the twins went to college, leaving me and my sister. The years past, and, one night when my mom went out and left us with the babysitter, she never came home. And in the morning we found out she died in a major car crash. So me and my sister had to go to the orphanage. My sister got picked, put nobody wanted me. It was only when I was 14 that I got picked. I wouldnt let them change my last name, because my last name was the only thing left of my entire family. And now Im 16, wondering if any of my family is alive and wishing that I had my parents, my old house and my sisters and brother back.
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Yes, its true. Im not lying. I had said I was depressed, but Im getting better.
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This is a touching story from your own experience. There is nothing wrong with being goth, but I really hate that you are depressed. It isn't fun being depressed no matter what your circumstances. Even though you have been through a lot there is a lot of good stuff that you can experience and if you are determined enough, you will be able to track whatever is left of your family in time. Hopefully where you are now is an environement of people who care about you regardless of your last name
At any rate, keep writing and again, welcome to SW
Violet
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