No, I�m not the only one abused in the world, but I have always been confused as to why I just happened to be in that world. Why was I so unfortunate? Doesn't God give a damn about me? Oh yes, I questioned the reasons for my existence day in and day out.
Yet, no matter how I told myself to give up on my search for peace, something wouldn't let me. Something told me this was just part of the path to happiness.
Many people may blame me for the Hell I went through. After all, had I just shut up and not said anything, like most everyone else in my house, life would have been just a slight easier. But I was always one to speak my mind and give my opinion, even if it wasn't wanted. My mouth got me into more trouble than any of my actions possibly could.
So, here is my story. Blame me if you must. If you need to blame somebody, you choose whom. But, as you're judging, put yourself in my place. Then, tell me what you would do.