Venice

Two

God.

Where am I supposed to start?

I can't remember a time anyone ever wanted me, and I mean really wanted me. For anything other than a lazy hand job or a quick fuck. 

This guy I dated, Kento Nguyen, told me many times that I was just insecure. We started dating in the tenth grade and I told him everything. Like, everything. I told him how my mom abandoned me the second I was born. No one's ever told me exactly what happened but then again, I've never asked and honestly, I don't think I ever will. I told him how my mom probably shat me out and left me at a dumpster where some hobo found me turned me in to the cops or whatever. He laughed. I was his dumpster baby which sounds kinda bad now but it was cute when he said it. 

I told him about how when I was little I never had a stable home. How I was constantly tossed from foster home to foster home. I mean I was kind of a brat growing up I guess but it was still kinda fucked. 

At least I think so

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