I should have died the first day I was born. when I was born I had my mother but she had some problems with her,not any ordinary problems but mental problems.she used to hate my grandmother and she used to spend alot of money. I heard it from my grandma. she used to go to bars, and come home late. when I grew up I had a feeling I was incomplete. I never got a chance to have breastfeed,never got a chance to know what is love of mother.one day I couldn't bare it and asked my dad he said to shut up. through out my childhood I've always been shuttedup and now they tell me why I don't talk.i had a traumatizing memories.i never had known what is love and I suffered through dreppsion when I was only 6.i had alot inside me but I couldn't tell.im cold hearted but if u try to see deeply inside there is a girl that has been crying, begging for help, and wants some friends to share my wounds with. I'm sorry if I've hurtted anyone's feelings,i just don't understand love at all
