Hi! I tell people to call me Lele.
My older brother had cancer a month before I was born,
chemo ended a little while before my little bro was born,
a month before my dad was injured in Afghanistan.
I was five by now.
Seven is when I started seeing dad out of a hospital bed and in a wheelchair, in our new house in Hawaii, for the VA.
Hawaii means paradise to others.
To me, it means home.
There I was physically and sexually abused, betrayed, and almost broken.
There I was loved by those who really mattered, supported and encouraged by the family members I learned I could trust.
It's been years and I finally am sure that I'm making steps in my healing process. I can finally admit that I'm not ok and what was done to me was not ok, but... hopefully, I'm going to be ok.
Now, I'm fandom trash that loves animes, tv shows, cartoons, books, and my friend is dragging me into KPop. So, hello to my fellow willing prisoners in this deep abyss we call a fandom. *salutes like a professional* .....*giggles unlike a professional*
- I'm alive, if that's what you wanna know.
- JoinedNovember 17, 2016