I was born in a women's correctional facility and immediately put up for adoption. I never met my dad or any of my real family members really. I got molested by one of my foster dad almost every day until I was 15. I tried telling cps but they never believed me and he would beat me once he found out that I told on him so I stopped after the 2nd attempt. I feel like maybe it was my fault though, like maybe if I wasn't so quiet and weird he wouldn't feel the need to mess with me. He's all I had though, so we grew close in a really weird way. I never had friends, ever. I had some myspace friends but they deleted me once they realized that they didn't actually know me. I ran away from home when I was 15 because I was tired and wanted to start fresh, plus I was failing high school and got bullied to a point where I thought of suicide on the regular. No one would even notice or care. I haven't seen my foster dad since then nor do I care to. I hope he's dead. I'm homeless now but I've been applying to different fast food places because I want to be able to have money and spend it on stuff like clothes and food. But until then, they're just pipe dreams. Sometimes I want to start doing drugs or something to get my mind off of things, but I can't even fucking afford to be an addict. all of my food is either found, free, or stolen. I want my life to be better than this. Please God. PLEASEEEEE.