Everytime you tell me how badly damaged I am and no one else will have me, I want so badly to tell you, yes there is and I have already found him.

You say that I'm the one who needs help but right now, YOU are my biggest problem.

When you were dying, I wanted so badly to ask you, why did you never love me? but I was afraid you would tell me the truth and leave me hating you.

The hardest part is telling a parent that their child has died. It's indescribable. There are simply no words to assuage their anguish and grief.

I support myself thru college bc I ran away from my abusive mother. Never told anyone. I spend breaks in my dorm rm. After graduation I have no where to go.