Chapter 1
I’m not a feminist. I’m not a lesbian. I just hate men. I’d say I hate every human being, especially men. I’m a broken soul, but i’m happy. I’m happy that i’ll never see him again. I’m happy I never have to see my mom either. It sounds horrible. Saying that about my own mother. But she’s not a mother if she aboundes you, watch her own child go through pain every single day, and not do a shit to stop it. Is that really a mother? Just because she’s my mother doesn’t mean that I should love her. Just because she’s my mother doesn’t mean that I have to love her. How could I love her? After everything she made me go through? How? No. I don’t love her. She’s not a mother. She’s selfish, takes her self and everything else before her own daughter. What kind of mother is that? That’s not a mother. She’s just a person in my eyes.
Running away from home was the best choice i’ve ever made. I was scared at first, of course. I was 15 years old. I had no where to go. My dad left me and my mom before I was even born. I have no clue where he is now. I’ve never known where he is. My mom cut off all of our family. The only family I had for
