If anyone is interested into my life, I am Canadian. I used to have a rough time at home, due to my mom was a drug addict, and drink a lot, didn't really care about me and left me and my dad telling us she didn't give a shit about us. My dad took care of me all my life, the sweetest person in my life. When she spoken to me, I only nod, shook my head, or short talk. I didn't know where my mom went off too, but she calls me a few times, ever since she came out of rehab. Junior high was terrible, every one cares about what you have to look like, who you were and what you wear, how you act. Then there was little o' me looking how I want, being wh