Some days I sit and look at my life and wonder who picked it and why? Sometimes in total disbelief that I'm really living this way
Christmas came and went thank god and without many setback surprisingly. But of course I knew it would be too good to be true.
The family drama started today with my grandma of course and its always the same thing. So and so hurt so and so's feelings and how someone feels left out.
I finally had a huge crying fit tonight and I yelled I was pretty mad and I never do that but this is insane.
No wonder I am so insecure, scared. I am I'm glad I have been able to become this person but at the same time really isn't there an easier way to become this type of person?
Why have I been chosen to live this life? I trust there is a purpose but really didn't being molested give me enough pain, hurt why add to it?
Since I was a little girl I have always become so compassionate and I deeply care about other people. And I don't just care about everyone but relationships that mean a lot to me I do put my all into it.
I just don't understand why I was picked to live life this way.
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