I live with my abusive mother, and my twin Michael everyone likes Michael more than me. I have a scar over my left eye that has left me half blind from my drunk mother. I don’t really express my true emotion and make rude jokes. I suppose I’m a slight Masochist. I’m slightly suicidal as well. I don’t open up easily, I don’t trust easily either. I can’t read but I can draw. I’m 15. I’ve lost interest in the world, and do things hoping I’ll die. I don’t have friends because I push everyone away.