Being born in to extreme poverty, moving 30 times to apartments, housing projects, hotels and homeless shelters before age 13, wearing the same clothes to school everyday, watching my dad with no place to sleep because the homeless shelter wouldn't take him during the day and he worked 3rd shift, watching my dad die at 15 from poor nutrition/not being able to properly care for heart issues and diabetes, having my mother tell me I was grown at 14 then take back the guitar I paid for with my very first check so she could pay rent but really provably just bought crack, having to pay for a brand new front door at 14 by myself because someone kicked in the door and my mother had no money, moving out on my own at 15, meeting the wrong 21 year old at 16 who would beat me and hold it over my head that he rescued me from my situation even though he never worked but sometimes sold drugs - left him at 19 and never looked back, seeing my 13-year-old, little sister get pregnant by a 21 year old three times and nothing I say/do can stop it, seeing the same sister age-out of high school with a second grade reading level because she had zero credits earned and she wouldn't graduate before turning 21, seeing my brother work 70 hours a week still to have no money for basic living necessities, watching my mothers hunched-back continually hunch and deteriorate as she hides her alcoholism, having social anxiety around people with their lives together because I don't feel worthy or not being accepted in to the areas I grew up in because I didn't talk with the right "accent" and was book smart and somewhat pretty but mostly I'm ashamed of writing the worlds longest run-on sentence. I will never get "over" but I'll be ok. Or whatever.