All I remember is always being empty.I couldn't remember a time in my life when I ever felt truly happy. It seemed like ecerutime o was happy, sadness lurked behind me.Something bad always happened, and I had gotten accustomed to it. I was used to tragedy, and I know that was sad, but it was my life, I was living it and was okay with it.Did I want to be happy? Of course, everyone wanted to be happy, but the choices of the people closest to me would never allow me to experience that.It was very hard for me to make friends since I was a tiddler. We never stayed in one place for long, so at a certain point, I had just gotten the hang of it.It didn't matter I I made any friends, I knew we would move, and I would start afresh again, so I never bothered.The situation at home always made it worse. I couldn't explain it, I just knew that was not how life was supposed to be.I always wanted my mother to choose me, but that was never going to happen. It broke my heart time and time again.
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