Picture an eighteen-year-old me, hiding in the basement of my family’s house. I have magazine clippings surrounding me and a blank piece of black paper on the floor in front of me. I feel overwhelmed, misunderstood, passionate

 
Q: need help when i was 13 my mom died and i was okay for the first year and now it seems like im always depressed and hurting inside. my dad and two brothers are always fighting and im always in the middle because afterwords