I learned that no matter where I go, I take myself along and that I can't run away from myself and I want to but it's no use!

The only thing that saves me from killing myself is what they would say to my niece.

My parents were awful to me. When i found out they were swingers after they died i sold all their polaroids to perverts on the internet.

Is it normal to want to hurt people. Like seeing someone walking down the road with a stupid smirk, or their pants hanging low, I want to hurt them?

Your homeless and I can not help you, I wish I could for our daughter but no one will help me because how you left us and how you treated us.