Lifes a struggle. It's a competition between the strong and the weak.
Everyone thinks they've been through things in life but compared to others its nothing.
It all started when my granddad died when I was about 6-7. That was the first death I witnessed in my family. I cried myself to sleep for 2 nights not knowing what was even happening. It's been bout 8 years now and not one day have I gone without thinking about him, sometimes I can't even remember what he looks like anymore.
It's been kinda fucked, both sides of my family hate eachother. I hardly speak to anyone in my family; they don't try to holla so it just proves that they probably don't care.
Ever since I've moved to Luton I made loads friends. Not all seem to be true tho. I've became really close with these two girl shannon and giulia.
Luton's only caused a lot of trouble for me. Fights, arguements, heart breaking.
