I do not understand life, its processes and those involved; the lack of care and inhumane actions, some from friends, most from family. Nothing hurts more than having your own family turn its back on you when you need them the most. It hurts. It’s bad, it’s…sick.I really have to stop thinking this way though. If no one cares about me, at least I should care about myself! Is it my fault I was raped by my uncle? Is it my fault I got pregnant as a result? Is it my fault that I am not capable of taking care of a child and those who are supposed to help me turned their backs on me so family name could be protected? Will it be my fault if I have to give the child up for adoption…?
