Live,no trust and don't get attached.Thats the life motto, keeps me going. Ever since I was little I lived by this and it never changed I mean it couldn't, being around the same destructive household, being known as the "towns oddest family". I was the normal one you could say out of my; Slut of a sister. Nerd of a brother. Alcoholic dad. And enabler of a mom. Then there was me...the different one who kept to themselves,always alone. Who blames me? I'm used to it now, I don't expect miracles. My dad went to prison. Again. For the hundredth time,i guess it's okay though since he never did do anything for me except give me money when he felt like. Theft and Fraud is what he did. I wonder what prisons like and how it doesn't make people change their ways.All Rights Reserved
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