When I think of love and happiness I immediately frown because that's something that just isn't for me. No one in their right mind would want a broken girl with the self-esteem the size of a single water molecule. I wake up everyday to the same routine. Shower, brush my teeth, cook for a family of 11, go to hell...I meant school, and endure the sick twisted bullies that call themselves human, come home get beat by one of the 10 people here, homework, . When that's finished I go to bed and wait to do it all over again the next day. When will everything just end.... or something like that.