Long story short:
Spend childhood on a small place with a mentally ill sister and my parents arguing avery day. My father SA-d me at times, but I kinda realised it only after his death (wich is stupid because I straight up told him once "you treat me like a romantic partner" idk why the eureka moment snapped years after I said the facts loud, my brian is weird and dumb in a way I do not understand myself) and now that he's gone I still live with my mom and sister on the same house with my mother's parents wich clearly don't want us here, but can I blame them? My sister is a nightmare. The worst part is that my friends barely remember I exist and I don't have someone to hang out with once a week to refresh myself. Matter of fact, I never had a friend that considered me their best friend, always the spare I was.
In two days I'm going to find out if I passed my final exam. If I did then I'll try to keep going, but if I failed then you'll might know why this is my last post.