Happy Pills

Since birth my life has been one big horror story. The second I was born my dad was in a gruesome car crash. Months later my mom decided she didn't like this earth and committed suicide. Then from there I'm dropped off to a crappy orphanage. That's where the fun began. Chains of unsuitable foster homes followed soon after. It's all the same small, stinky, old home that I get transferred to. New schools every month. Accept for now. I have recently been taken to a beautiful white-picket-fence family. All perfect with a dog and a football field of a yard.