My life never was easy. If anything, it was challenging. My life never was perfect. Never was cheerful. But, oh well. My parents always fought. That's when my depression started spiraling into my life. Hearing two people argue every day, when they're supposed to be in love. Hearing them break stuff, call each other names, & even throw hands. Is that how love is supposed to be? Eventually they broke up. & never got back together.
I was always bullied. I never was the popular girl. In Kindergarten, I wore old clothes. I was never in style with the other kids. As I grew up, I got bullied more. In 5th grade, my "best friend" & I would hold hands as we walked to lunch. Other kids called us lesbians. I never knew what that meant until my mother explained it to me. "Lesbian is another word for a woman who dates other women, which is wrong."
