For anyone interested in knowing a bit of my history here ya go. If you are not interested don't read on XD.

So I go by Iggy, I'll never tell my real name since I don't like it much. I'm 26 and of course love mlp. I've been a fan of the show since 2014 after watching a documentary (cannot remember name) and giving the show a shot.

My interests include watching/drawing anime. Learning keyboard (need to get a new one) and reading supernatural books.

I'm also bipolar and the kind that goes through emotions in seconds to minutes. I'm a walking emotional mess at times. My main issue that I need to work on is anger. I get angry very easily at times. Other times not so much. I also change my mind a lot and some people usually can't keep up. Henceme having a short dating record. Longest is 2 years.

I love animals but hate them at the same time. Low maintenance is best for me. I'll help animals who need it but only up to a point. I don't know why but I just don't like the responsibility of it. It's why I usually end up finding them a good home shortly after helping them. Only a few rescues I have kept.

I am also an odd person. Things have to be done a certain way. It's why I usually end up cleaning everything by myself. If it's not perfect I get depressed. Hell even the coat hangers have to be a certain way.

I partially blame my dad for that. My normal chores consisted of : picking up sticks in the yard (had a huge yard), redoing the mulch around the shrubs, mowing the lawn, raking the lawn for grass and disposing of it, spraying the trees for silk worms, spraying the grass to help it, dusting, dishes, cleaning my room, cleaning anything else in the house that was dirty, cleaning mom and dad's car and taking care of the pets.

If it wasn't done to his liking I would have to redo everything until it was. One time he even went so far to measure the grass.

At age 16 my parents got a divorce, they thought I would be the one to freak out but in reality that was my sister. I couldn't care less because dad started to change just a few months before than. Come to find out he was dating mom's friend and even ended up marrying her. I cannot stand her. I can't stand when someone calls my hair ugly, makes me get it cut to their liking, tells me what I should do for my future and try changing my clothing.

I've let my dad know exactly how I felt after the last time he and her made my sister cry. The exact words were you need to get your head out of your new wife's ass. 8 years later he hasn't changed..if she's around he ignores me even if he and I were in the middle of talking. Happened right in front of my gf, she's sassy and likes for it to be known. But I didn't want a fight so I asked her to rant to me about it later.

Oh here's the best thing dad called my teeth ugly and forced me to get braces, ignores most of my messages or calls, but damn me if I don't answer his message I'm suddenly ungrateful. Oh and even though he knows I don't have much he still wants me to visit. Why should I visit when you ignore me, your wife belittle me and my niece doesn't even know who I am because of you?

Moving on..I've dropped out of college twice both due to depression, I've lost a year of my life due to alcohol..yes I don't remember being 19. My body reacts bad due to my past history of abusing pills. I'm going to give school one last try though.

I hate smiling due to my last living situation. I lived with 4 other people in a 3 bedroom house. In the beginning it was nice. I felt great kinda living on my own and I was still close to my mom. But then my room mates went back to their old habits. I was the only one to clean the house besides a friend that helped and 2 people were hoarders. The two people (the hoarders) who controlled the house didn't spend money well so there were times things were shut off. I wasn't allowed to eat almost anything in the fridge except ramen and maybe some bread. Why? BECAUSE THAT'S FOR DINNER! dinner which always happened at around midnight. Because of that I lost weight. The money I did give them they didn't use on bills like I thought but instead new games or something dumb. Here's where the teeth come in. The house smelled of bong water and alcohol, I hated it. I would spend 6 hours cleaning for them to ruin it in one night. So I stopped cleaning and bam huge stressful depression set in. I stopped doing the things I loved, I stopped eating, I don't remember 4 months of 2014. When I finally came to..my teeth were awful. Because my diet became awful since I got cut off from foodstamps and they wasted money. We either wouldn't have any food to eat or I was banned from it. I even attempted suicide while living there. It was my last time..I think that's what woke me up. I jumped in front of a car while drunk..needless to say my mom was called, the police were called and I was in the back of that cop car. I ended up at the hospital because they were afraid I had alcohol poisoning. My gf moved me down here to texas where there's new drama but not something that will bring me to the brink of suicide.

I'm working on saving up and fixing my teeth. I want to not get looks from people anymore. I want to feel beautiful at least with my teeth.

And another topic, I can't stand medicine now due to my fear of I'll revert back to what I did with them. I can't drink much alcohol because it instantly makes me sick. And lastly I'm getting off my ass and I'm going to work hard to not be who I used to be. I'm gonna save up and pay off my debts, I'm gonna pay for my new apartment in full, I'm gonna save up for my teeth and I'm going to back to school and not leave until I have that damn piece of paper to show that I did it.

So there you have it, I went from addict to getting my life together. Yes slowly and maybe a bit later but it's better than where I was at.

And if anyone is asking why I didn't move back in with my mom while living with those nasty people. .I couldn't. My grandma had moved in and I didn't want to make her move out or live in the basement. I had too much pride at the time. I also was so depressed I couldn't hold a job..so how could I help my mom when I had nothing to give her?