My story begins when I was born to a set of unfit parents who never wanted me to begin with. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was a crack addict. They also both had a terrible addiction to cigarettes. They used me to extinguish the burning embers of each of these cigarettes. We were so poor that I was only fed as a last option for disposing of the meager food rations that passed through our house. People said that I looked like a malnourished Praying Mantis. It was pitiful. Because we had no money I was never able to leave the state let alone the town that I've lived in my entire life...... ...Oh wait that's someone elses life. Mine is one that was spoiled by happiness and getting anything I want when I want. Hahahaha!
P.S. That picture up there is not me and this site accepts no freaking legal responsiblitie for putting it here.
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