What Happened? Chapter one! As I sit on my porch watching the sunset, I think about the pain other people feel and how it would affect me. My mom has always told me " Feel what other people feel" I never quite understood it but I think about it a lot. My mom died 5 years ago when I was 11, I do believe I'm a bad person I mean I run away from home and sleep under the bridge near the creek I make friends with the wrong people, do drugs, I've tried to stop but I can never figure out how, it scares me sometimes but I just hang out and get over it. My dad doesn't give a hang about me he does as much drugs as I do and he gets caught.. Freaking loser doesn't know how to hide. My lord I hate my #life.
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