My father forcebly took my underwear out and then left my room. I was seven at the time. We're totally ok now. Really we are.
He was a good man, I don't like thinking about that time. I guess he was trying to do something to me and gave up. This makes me very unconfortable.
My mother is in a mental institution, yes.
I have lots of friends. We occasionaly see each other, mainly to watch Netflix together, drink a little.
My boss is such a sweet person. His wife died, I think that's why he is so gentle with everyone, he really can look past people's mistakes.
I've never had sex. I think I don't need it, Me and my friends don't really talk about it. I like to think it's not something essential, you know?
I feel small.
