I never thought I would be sitting here writing about my anger towards the people I once had; the only period of time of stability in my childhood. But here we are. I feel guilty for writing about this, I should be thankful. I could have been much worse if I had to go back to live with my mom. I could have been homeless. I probably never would of went to college. But out of all of the great things that I will be forever grateful for, there are some not so great things. So, here I go.
