You Made Me This Way

Preface

There has been many nights of which I went without food. Not because lack of hunger, rather due to the fact that I had already been feasting upon the miserable quality of life. The ravaged, poor manners of life were enough to consume for a life time; that is exactly what I did. Not because I didn't want to indulge in the pleasures of life, rather because I was never allowed to.
Growing up, I wouldn't say I was sheltered. There is a sense of beauty in shelter. Parents shelter their children from the misshapen ways of the world for a sense of hope that their child will never know evil, and never face things that they had to endure. I was never shielded from those ravenous ways of life. I was given a grand tour of them at a very young age. I was rather, indeed sheltered from the good in life.
I believe my parents sought to raise me in a way that would make me stronger than most. If they did not filter the miserable qualities, but whilst they were showing me the bad in life, they neglected to give me a taste of happiness. Now I know that I am still young, and have yet to achieve adulthood. That is precisely why I have decided to write this now. I have a year until I am out of the destructive path that my parents have lead me through. I desire to tell you of all of it, before I have escaped it completely.