My father left me when I was 6 years old, to be honest I didn’t realize it until recently but I’ve never really been mad at him or disappointed in him but I sorta just question myself, when he left the majority of my siblings were grown already, and my mother was off in workaholic land trying to get herself into a nice bmw or whatever so I spent a lot of time by myself when I was growing up. Now that I think about it, I was extraordinarily depressed and lonely during the majority of my childhood but never really knew what the emotions I was feeling were, now that I’m older I understand. I wish could go back in time and give myself a hug, I wish I could go back in time and love myself the way I deserved, I wish I could go back in time and spend time with myself. I was always pretty confused about the way I was treated in comparison to my younger sister as we’re close in age. Everyone always wanted to take her in and take care of her but I was never accepted by anybody. I’m 19 and going on 20 now and I’ve been fortunate enough in life to have avoided all the potential issues that could’ve emerged from my upbringing. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel like a boring splotch of a human being, I feel like I was born without personality which is why people don’t tend to want to befriend me. Anyways thank you for reading this entire mess if you’ve made it this far, I love you and remember to stay hydrated