Got you beat.

I was interested in this hot goth chick about 6 years ago when I attempted college. We got coffee together and, hm, maybe twelve minutes into this she super casually unloads on me as if it’s a funny anecdote: - Her mom died from cancer when she was 12 and now she sees ghosts. She’s been a cutter since then. - She was raised by a foster family, but around the age of 15 which she had a train pulled on her by her step father and step uncle. After which she was taken in by her older biological sister. - Her sister can’t hold a job and they live in squalor renting out rooms of their house to random people (usually drug addicted homeless people). - She’d recently got out of her sister’s place by getting into an abusive relationship with an older man with his own place. The downside was that he liked to watch her fuck his buddies, something she didn’t like but did to live in a nicer home. - He got bored with her and threw her out, so now she works several jobs to go to art school. She showed me her artwork in her car. Mostly paintings of ghoulish women with dark hollow eyes. The most interesting piece was a statue she made of clay where one guy in a gas mask & gimp suit held six leaches, on the end of each were bloody naked women on all fours crawling in a circle around him.

You know what the weirdest part was? She just quit talking to me after a month or so. I’ve got no idea what happened to her.