I was born in February 4, 2006.
I don't really remember being 1,2, or 3. I remember being a bad child when I was young kid. I'd steel, break things, and I never really listened to my mom or dad.All of my early members are what bad has happened in my life. I always see my parents loving my two older sisters or two older brothers than me.
I was never really cared for but I do remember that my grandpa did care. He loved me like I was his daughter and I was happy for once.Sorry for a short chapter, but there will be more in no time.
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My life
Non-FictionThis is an autobiography of my life. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS BLOOD DEATH DEPRESSION SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND A LOT OF SAD THINGS. You have been warn.