My name is Jordan Matthew Smith. I am 17 years old, and will be 18 in less than two months. I am a very cool person once you get to know me, and I hope that you will follow me! :D I have had a pretty messed up past…At age 8 my parents started to fight, more often than usual. I thought that things would get better sooner or later. I was wrong. My parents were always yelling and always drinking, my mom was arrested and thrown to the ground. I see these images vividly in my head. My parents finalized their divorce when I was 10, and I was glad to hear that my mom had longer custody of my brother Taylor and I. Things were okay, but my mom was always crying, and always yelling that she wanted to go home…it tore me apart. I started to lose my self esteem, and started cutting superficially. My brother and I went from therapist to therapist….but none of the really lasted all that long. My brother ended up moving into my dads house full time, and I was left with my mom every other week alone. It was hard, she would cry about how Taylor wouldn’t talk to her, and thought she had lost him forever. I started to fight with my dad constantly, and I decided I wanted to live with my mom full time. Things went well for about a month or so, then my mom and I started getting into a lot of fights and the police would come almost once every month, and I would beat her because I had so much anger towards her for treating herself the way she was. She had been out of a job, and we couldn’t even afford to buy groceries. Then in April of 2010, we got a new dog, he was a jerk and we would fight constantly about him attacking the cat, and the physical fight started again. One night we got in huge fight and I called my dad to come pick me up, and when i came home the next morning to get my school books, I saw my mom lying face down in the driveway…The ambulence came, and they tried to revive her, but my mom was dead. She had three back surgeries in the oast ande was given Tramadol for the backpain. My mom had taken a half months worth of her Tramadol and killed herself. I had no choice but to move into my fathers house. I finished sophomore year with a trip to the hospital, and was inpatient for 6 days. I started my junior year, people bullied me to no end, and I ended up bringing a knife to school, with thought of killing my bullies….and myself. I was arrested and was suspended from GHS. I was sent to a school in a hospital basement. I liked it alot there, it was really what I needed, and I still attend there with my best friend Chelsea. Chelsea if you’re reading this, I love you baby. You are the mac to my cheese. I love you.