My life had never been easy. Since my mother passed away leaving me behind, I had no one in my corner. The people I considered family hurt me, and I allowed them to hurt me continuously. I put my faith and love into the wrong people, and it constantly burned me. I wanted to be loved so bad that I accepted such treatment because I felt like that was what I deserved. Being moved from foster home to foster home, never feeling love, you learn to settle for whatever pieces someone tosses at you.
