I couldn't remember one happy moment from my childhood. When I was younger, I spent most of the time hiding from the craziness I called home. So much has changed me, from the people I've slept with, encountered, and stabbed in the back. But hey! I was only looking out for number one, which happened to be me. There was no way I was going to let another scumbag take advantage of me, not again. Bill was a lesson I was forced to learn. There are things I have to do, and will do to survive. So much had happened to me in the last couple years, those decisions will forever haunt me. I wish I could go back in time and make things right. 60% of the time, I wonder how I ended up where I am now, while the remaining 40% is me wondering how I survived. I can't share with you what happened, or what I have done, rather, I'll let you see for yourself. My highs, lows, tragedies, and successes, if we can truly call them that, is all there, painfully inscribed into my memories. Every decision I had taken had led me where I am right now. I regret a lot, but I am glad for those mistakes, they have made me who I am. These were the thoughts I had laying down onto the cold pool of blood, look at the stars shining brighter than usual. I could hear sirens in the distance, but I felt no desire to flee.I turned and stared at the body, tears welling up. "I'm sorry." I whispered, tears trickling down my face.... "I really screw up."