So this obviously isn't a chapter but I just wanted to come in and say this: I don't feel as if you guys know too much about me. I want to change that so I seem like a real person even though you don't know me personally.

So, this is like a draw my life but special. A, I'm, "Narrate My Life (Up Until Now).

Let's begin!

So, first off, my name is Catherine DeAnda.

I was born on February 11th, 2004 into a family of Mexicans from Acatic.

Like most, I was born in a hospital. But in Davis, California; a place known for its love of music.

The first two years of my life were pretty good. Okay at most.

That is, until the third year of my existence.

My parents weren't home often because they were working to maintain this crazy midget child.

That's what my mom thought my dad was doing at least.

But in reality, he wasn't doing anything but drinking and smoking with his friends and probably commiting adultery.

One night, my mom got a call from the police station saying my dad had gotten arrested for driving under the influence and almost running a man over.

That's when my mom had had enough. She applied for a divorce an split from my dad.

At just barely three years of age my family had been shattered forever.

Skip farther into my first years of school: kindergarten.

Probably one of the most fun times of my entire childhood when nothing mattered.

Not appearance, cleanliness, or anything. Everything seemed to work.

The only one who saw what reality was really like was me.

I saw what one big mistake could do to relationships. Friendly relationships and romantic ones.

I wasn't okay.

I never talked t anyone for long time. Family members only and even then, conversation was scarce.

Some nights I'd stay up late wishing there was something I could do to change what my fate was.

I'm the first to fifth grade range things got worse.

I began getting bullied daily.

Not one day passes that someone didn't tell me everything that I've heard a million times over.

"You're ugly!" "Nobody likes you." "Go away!"

I kept to myself.

All I really had was a small group of four friends to help.

But even that wasn't enough.

Suicidal thoughts were everywhere in my mind. Telling me to give up. To take the burden off my shoulders and kick the bucket.

But I didn't think that would do any good.

All I did was find two blades and some band- aids and I let my suffering flow down the drain in a dark, crimson color.

When I was discovered cutting myself, I was taken to the doctors to see what the heck was wrong with me.

This was around the beginning of sixth grade might I add.

Basically 1/4 of a year ago that I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression.

At this time, I discovered the fun- loving Irishman that is jacksepticeye.

He cheered me up when nobody could. He made the razor blades seem less inviting.

...he made life worth living.

If it wasn't for him giving me a daily double- dose of bossness, I most likely wouldn't be here.

At this moment I also began having a crush on this super cute new guy.

I obviously don't have a chance with him because I'm me.

The end of sixth grade comes and summer flies by.

Sooner or later, I'm walking to first period band in junior high.

Throughout the first trimester I've made at least six new friends.

And may I say that they've dulled the pain of the past by making me forget about then and making me treasure right now.

But they're not the only ones who have helped me; you guys have. And in forever greatful for that.

Thank you so much guys, I love you!

Now, I challenge all of you to do this.

Tag me in the chapter and I'll totally read it!

But also, I challenge floofcakes_ to do this cause yeah.

So, see you next chapter!

(It should be up on Friday so stay tuned! ;D )