Life turned...good?

Introduction...

Okay..god this is stupid. Hi! My names
Maroon. Yes Maroon. It's stupid I know don't even question it. Let's Just get on with the story.

Oh btw your my diary haha..

Anyways, it started 5 years ago. I was home, I was in my room, I always had a passion for writing. I wrote books until my hands would hurt. I was always know as the "emo goth kid" but I never really cared. I kept to myself a lot. I didn't talk to anyone, no one talked to me. I was always alone. Both my parents where out at work or downstairs yelling and fighting at each other. That's why I love headphones. Who doesn't? Their nice and quiet. Anyways, I was in my room. I heard a huge Crash downstairs. Surprise, my mom had passed out! Don't get mad at me for joking about this. It's how I cope. Long story short, my mom died of cancer a year later. My mom was the only parent I liked. After my mom died my house changed into a shit show. Trash everywhere, junk food all over the place, my dad Just gave up. I complained about it one day and that was when shit hit the fan. He hit me. He actually hit me until I bled. From that fucking day on it got worse. It got worse until I Finally got my dad sent to prison. Now I was 10. I had no where to go. So I went into foster care. I had a good family one week, trashy family the next. But one day. This one day probably saved my life.. I met a sweet family. They where wife and wife and had two other foster kids around my age. I was their for a week. I was Just about to go into my next house when I found out they adopted me. I was so excited. They were so nice. But I couldn't help think of my dad and mom..I was traumatized. I could tell my moms were trying to help by putting me in therapy but it doesn't seem to be working. Actually that's where I got this diary from. So I hope you work and I don't have mental breakdowns everyday.