I’ve been through a lot, still going through it. Sometimes I wonder why people are so concerned with what I do to myself when they do much worse to me. Maybe I’m wrong though, maybe I’m the one who is the worst. I really just want to be happy. I wonder what that feels like, looks like. I wonder is that something, someone like me can ever be.
My father basically disowned me, my brother and sister abandoned me. I’m all alone. I just wanted something that was mine and only mine. Do I not get to have something like that? Am I such a disgrace that love or happiness isn’t something I should ever expect in my life?
Are my choices really that bad? Will I ever know the answers to those questions? Can I ever recover from the things I’ve done and the choices I’ve made?