Why am I the one to suffer? Why did I have to be born? Why do I have to do this?

All of you ask these questions. Some of you just do it to answer back, be rude, act like you don't care.

But, have you ever used it because it was the only thing you could ask yourself? Have you really even wondered what that question means? Oh, of course you don't. You have a mother and a father who love you. Cherish you. Want you to grow and blossom.

While I had parents who would shun me, say they wanted me to die. Parents who said it was all my fault that they couldn't continue their life dreams. And you know what?

It is my fault.

In fact, if it hadn't been my fault, they would still be living today, carrying on with their lives, shunning me. Hitting me. Strangling me.

But, you know what? I don't care. Those two assholes can go rot in hell for all I care.

And I don't care at all.