Waking up was the hardest thing to do....having the feeling no body is around to comfort you after so many losses in your life....
Doesn't that make you wanna cry?
It sure does for me...
I was just 6 years old...alone and scared half to death...feeling like I had no body
For days I waited, i waited for someone to come around and find me...or at least care for me...someone to love me...
Soon those days turned into weeks, weeks turning into months, months turning into years, and years turning into centurys....
I was the age of 100 at this point in time....i tried to get myself out in the world...and I did...but nobody ever noticed
I fell in love here and there...but only to find out they were just conmen wanting sex from me and to put a price to enslave me...i ran away, knowing that I would be treated in a horibble state....i could never trust anybody...not even myself...