Runaway love

The real me

I was put into foster care at age 7, separated from my mom I was the only child. I finally got a permanent home and adopted. In 2012 my mom passed away in a car crash. After my mom passed away I needed closure so I looked for my biological dad. Wish I would've just left it as to where I didn't know him. Everyone tells me I've grown into a beautiful young lady. I disagree. They don't know the monster that is inside of me. They don't know about the suicidal thoughts. I hate when people say "I feel bad for you" you have no right to tell a person that no matter what their situation is. This is my story.

Life is so hard and I'm slowly trying to get over all of this shit and be happy. When I was younger a piece of candy would make me happy as I got older it became harder to be happy. As it got harder to be happy it got easier to roll a few joints or take a few shots.

I wish I would've waited to fall in love.

Trying to maintain and stay focused is my main goal. Loving myself is something that is distant in my heart, but little does I know God and self-love is the only thing I'm going to need with becoming a young successful black woman.