somethingwent_wrong

Because he’s beautiful.

Why am I so depressed all the time? I mean, I have all sorts of family and friends, but I’m never happy. My life hasn’t exactly gone the way I wanted it to. Over the years, my mother and father were always fighting, but it never got serious until the day he left. He left when i was around 13 years old. Can you imagine? A young teen, very young. Just when she needs a father the most, he up and leaves. I felt alone. My mother tried to get remarried, and did, to an obnoxious stepdad, whom i’ve learned to hate. He never could replace what I had lost, and he hated it oh so much. I saw my father every weekend or so. It didn’t help though. Eventually, he decided to move to somewhere else. Somewhere away from responsibility… away from me. I was scared and I still am. My problem was attaching to people and relying on them for answers to my problems, when really, The Lord was my ony way out.