My dad left me when I was really little he said he would never leave. He would drink and smoke and went to jail more times I can count. One day my mom came home without my dad and I asked her where he was and she said he was gone. I asked where is he and she said jail again and I said that's ok he will come back he always does and my mom just shook her head. This was the beginning of my depression and I now I wish I did things differently but....You can't take back things no matter how much you want to.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomBasically all the bullshit I've been through and stuff you could probably relate to
