i have always been the youngest which is hard so when i was around 3-4 years old my dad left went to prison and for that time it was 3 years until he came back but until then mom was a single mother of three and it was hard soon dad came for a weekend i was so so so happy but then he had to leave i cried my eyes out and then three weeks later he came to live with us he tells us these awesome stories of when he was in prison he would get in fight's he would knock people out it was cool and since he is home mimi and papa has come here we moved here cause hurricane florence flooded and ruined our house soon we might move around this area but a different house soon i slowly developed to see i was gay and everyone was confused and now i barely have friends and i haven't told my parents yet and because i don't got a lot of friends i slowly developed depression and now it leads here

it is ok... it's fine