I'm sorry that....


You were ignored as a baby
You got beat everyday as a child
Your parents couldn't stand you
Your siblings hated you
Your 19 yr old baby sitter stole your 12yr old innocence
Your uncle molested you well into your teens 
You thought molesting your sister was normal
You started doing drugs at 12
You had to go to work at age 10 to provide for yourself
You were kicked out when you were 16
You were so unloved growing up

You have to buy people's love to keep them around
Your best friend has so much control over 
you
You get used by every single person in your life
You have a grade school education 
You turned to alcohol and drugs to fight your demons 
You are addicted to porn
You can't last longer than 3 minutes in sex
You still pee the bed
You have a life you can't escape from

But most of all, I'm sorry that I let you pull me into your hell and I couldn't save you! 

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