Heres a little backstory; I've always had an interesting life, a single mom with a younger sister, a lot of half siblings because of my dad and a lot of men walking out of my life. I never had something solid. Something that stayed the same no matter what. Its sad but true, and I don't expect pity. But back to my point. I'm a sophomore. In a shitty city on the edge of ontario, and my life finally took its spiral down. I met a great guy, I lost a great guy, I found two bestfriends, I lost a whole group of friends, I had a stepdad, I lost a stepdad. You see the pattern. This short story is about those ups and downs, an inside view. I hope this is relatable to most of you, if not I hope you like the greek tragedy I like to call my life. But hey, this is for fun and the pleasure of my audience. Oh and hi, I'm nameless.