A Little Confession I wish I could sit here and spend hours telling you how miserable my life was. I wish I could tell you all the hard times I've been through, like how my childhood was stolen away from me, thus why I act so immature now. I wish I could tell you how I struggled to get through every day, how I tried to be kind to everyone, but was always scorned.
However, this is not the case.
It's not my life. I wasn't constantly competing with my older brother for attention from my father. I never had to struggle with sadistic tendencies. I never had eating problems, and never fought for attention from my parents. I was never forgotten and abused by