I remember asking for help once in my life - it was during a very serious situation. But I was ignored... and that hurt more than I can explain. Since then, I've been trying to handle everything on my own.
Right now, I'm only 18 and completely on my own. My parents abandoned me, and I'm living in a small, two-star motel. I work as a cleaner in a restaurant for $180 a month - it's barely enough to survive. My own family caused me more pain than strangers ever could.
I don't expect anything from anyone anymore... but sometimes I wonder if there's still someone in this world who cares enough to truly listen and understand.
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