Growing up without someone on my side was a bit exhausting and painful for me. It is exhausting because you have no one else to be with but yourself if you encounter some problems. It is painful because no one will side with you if the whole world denies your own perception. You could do anything but fight in order to survive the painful ordeal that the world and the people who live here are putting on you.
For me, life is a bit unfair. My painful past with my parents was considered unfair to me. Sometimes I just ask myself if I have done anything wrong in my past life and why is my destiny so cruel to me? If the world was fair, then why would I be here, and why did I experience that painful past with my abusive parents?
When I was young, I always asked my parents if I had done something
