Neverendless

Hi Mia!

Oh let me properly introduce myself. My name is Cayla D. Horns I. D is for Daine. Boring old Daine.Sounds like a old person name. Maybe, because it's my grandmas name. I don't connect with my family that well, but I do with my real aunt. Her name is Danielle, but everyone calls her dee dee.

Enough chit chat, cut to the good stuff. It all started way before I was even born. Actually when my mother was born. I don't know much about my father. My mother was born on December, 6, 1990.In PA, Butter. With the name Tiffany Parsons. I don't know much about her childhood. I only know that. My grandmother, Margaret. Who was her mother took very good care of her. My mother around the age of 16.My mother ran away, and left her own mother for my father. My father was always known as Chris. Thats not his real name his real name is Christopher.

The thing is people say that when it comes to love, anyone would do anything for that person. That's what my mother thought. My mother was always that edgy teen that parents are scared to have. Drinking, smoking, sneaking out...etc. My mother left her own mother with food, drinks, shelter, showers... Etc. To be with my father, but little did she know she might of made the worse mistake if her life. Little did she know Chris didn't have a home. My mother and father lived under bridges for almost a year. Through the cold or hot. My mother dealer with it all. She was a strong woman though because of that. I looked up to her cause she ways wanted to keep me safe.

She always wanted to keep me out of the trouble she has been through. I respected her for that. Well, when my father got enough money to get a small apartment. The day they moved in was Valentines day. I feel like valentine's day is so stupid. Why not show your partner you love them everyday? What is valentines day for anyways? An excuse to get fancy gifts? Flowers, chocolate, stuffed animals, and cards. To me is completely stupid. I mean I love them, but its stupid. I mean what about the lonely people in the world? I feel quite sad for them. I actually feel bad for them. I am that type of person. I care for everyone but myself. Everyone comments on my kindness and on how caring I am, or my favorite comment from someone special "its like you have a fire in your eyes" as in I am very... What's the word. I basically will try and try till I get to a certain point in my life.

I have always compared myself to a flower. Some are beautiful, some aren't. Some are dark. Some are light. I just happen to be the one in a field of millions of pretty pink flowers. I am the black flower way in the back. I am different so therefore everyone picks me. Then sooner or later they put me on display, then forget about me. The slowly the flower started to weep and die. Slowly. Then you have to throw the flowers away. That's normally how people treat me.

Always have. Always will. I'm used to it. That's irrelevant though. That day they moved in they made me. Theres the mistake. Me. I am the mistake. At the age of 17 my mother was pregnant with me. Worst mistake of her life in my eyes. That's the thing people don't get it. I have major trust issues because of my past. As,I have said in the past. I am messed up in the head a bit.