To know me is to love me but who does?

So this blog is where I'll hold all the pieces of me that even family probably doesn't know. I guard myself and always have since I was a child. I'll let my friends know my favorite colors, movies, and shoes but my experiences, that made me everything that they love, I do not give. I'm bold, artistic, extroverted sprinkled with introverted, I take rules more as suggestions, and I'm crassly blunt- "if the shoe fits stfu and walk it off"-Mos Def.
Even this is hard, finding ways to start. I guess it's best to say that I am a product of neglect and perseverance. My mother was an alcoholic and my father had a new girl so it was hard for her to look at me and see him. I forgive her. I even applaud her because her weakness gave me all of my strength that got me to where I am today. There is still so much to tell but I'm not able to let it out just yet.
Everything I've ever had I fought fiercely for and secured for myself. I've rarely had a shoulder to lean on and never had really had much of a helping hand. If this sounds like complaining or whining the you're reading it wrong. Go back and try it again.
I'm proud of myself. I am every single negative statistic possible and I never thought I would live past 18, yet here I am. I hope this all will help someone else who was as hopeless as I was when I was younger. Maybe they will see that what breaks us isn't the end. It's what we fix that keeps the story going. Obstacles are only illusions that we convince ourselves are true.