Then she met my stepdad. They fell in love almost instantly. We were all uneasy around him at first but he grew on us. He was my first, and only, father figure. He is the only man(that im not related to by blood) who I will ever love. I ended up going to the father daughter dance with him, one of my favorite memories but that was when I was like.. eight. He had two sons with his ex wife so that meant I had two more brothers. Step brothers but still. Anyways. When I was in kindergarten, I rode the bus. I loved school. I was smart and social. Then they put me on the wrong bus, and being five, i didn't know my adress, so my mom came to the school and took me home. I didn't go back till a couple months later to graduate kindergarten. I’m a kindergarten dropout 😎. Anyways, my mom started driving me to school. All through elementary, my life was normal, with me, my oldest half brother, my two older full brothers, my younger full brother, always living together with my mom and stepdad. We always lived in az-co.

We never really left that area. My two younger step brothers would visit every weekend and on holidays. Eventually my stepdads ex wife told him that my youngest step brother wasnt his son and that before they separated, she cheated on him, so he couldnt see him anymore. Everyone was heartbroken. We still saw my other step brother all the time though. I’ve had alot of normal stuff happen but the summer between 3-4th grade, my mom took us ‘camping’ and we ended up going to a rainbow gathering(its for hippies, look it up). I met a cool girl named Isis(hehe first girl crush) and we became friends, I accedentally melted her glasses tho. Then we left and we moved into a small town. We were homeschooled for a year. We later moved into an rv that leaked whereever I slept(notevenjoking) and then we were homeschooled again and we took karate and pottery. I was the one who wanted to take pottery and then we stopped going. (Also not gonna go into detail but I was haunted by ghosts once or twice)

anyways, I lived in a rat infested house and then yeah. Anyways, when I lived in the RV, my mom cheated on my step dad, I also watched him try to commit suicide several times, by bashing his head in metal vehicles, and brick walls, and then multiple of those times, my mom left with me and my brothers and I just remember picturing him laying dead on the floor with his brains spilled out, and that's when I was messed up and now I can't process my emotions, thanks mom) When I was supposed to be in fifth grade, my moms cousin came and picked us up and took care of us for like two weeks (super fun lmao) then I came back and my mom took us to this hippie house (like a two bed house with fourty hippies living there) and we lived there for like a month before my grandma came and picked us up(three years ago) and we started living a normal life, I still can't play volley ball because the smashing noises make me think of my stepdad(hes okay now, he lives with his son and mom) and also hehe I realized I had the big gay

in mid seventh grade when I decided I might be bi, but then late seventh grade I diagnosed myself with gay. And now, mid eight grade, I still struggle to socialize, express my emotions, and do basic math. So like yeah happy life :D

oh also early eight grade I realized I'm not cis I went from 'im a boy, to im non binary, to im actually a girl, to im a boy, to I;m genderfluid'

bruh-

Bro thats an awesome summary

oh okay

also this isnt all exactly in chronological order, another big impact this shit had on me was that I have a terrible memory

lmao