My life was crazy about 8 months ago. I was a cutter, and addicted to drugs, alcohol and sex. I started cutting when I turned 15, after I lost my virginity. I thought I was so in love with someone who didn't even care about me. I started smoking weed and drinking my freshman year summer. It became an everyday thing for me. I started getting worse and worse. I would sleep with guys thinking they would want to be with me. But no. I felt so alone. I would come home and take a shower and cut. Then my mother took my little brother and vanished out of my life. It destroyed me. My little brother is my world. I had to go to therapy I tried to stop cutting drinking and smoking but it all got worse. My mom came home 5 months later and three me into a group home. I tried to remain calm and be good so I could get out. I got out within two weeks. I was failing all of my classes at school. I managed to get them up but was still really depressed. June 30th I met someone. His name is Julian and he worked with my mom. She tried to hook us up, but I wasnt really interested in him. I gave it a chance and here I am almost 7 months later. He has helped me get back on the right track. I haven't done any drugs cut or drank since I've met him. He is everything to me. I can't even explain how grateful I am. I used to think I would never be loved or be happy. I felt like no one wanted me and I was worthless. Then I finally found the love of my life. We've been perfect ever since. It's true. Everyone is meant for someone.