God, You know I was born to grow up in poverty.
My family was poor in money and soul.
My mother was stressed out from struggling with money and being darkened because of it.
I ended up thinking my mother didn’t really love me and she hated me for my trait, not ready to have a third child like me.
I grow up with anxiety and trust issues.
Now that i grow up and facing a big problem, i know both of my parents love me.
But i still think it was to late.
Everyone hated me now.
Everyone is angry with me.
Because I was far from being dicipline.
Help me. i am too much in shame, in misery, and in fear.