I love how you downvote me, anyways, I grew up homeless until I was 3 and then I moved into a shelter, then I was taken away from my parents because my dad neglected me, then I was given back to my mom who had a new guy over every week. The only person I could talk to was my older sister and she doesnt talk to me anymore, now I've got no one to trust but the friends I've made and I hate coming home some nights because I have to hear my mom cry to herself almost every night and argue with her boyfriend, which I've talked to her about but she doesn't want to listen. Thanks for telling me I'm privileged because I'm fucking lighter than someone else, what a blessed fucking life I live. The only reason I'm not dead is because of my girlfriend and my best friends.