The reasons I've given up on life. I don't think I have the strength to move on anymore. There is no way I can get out of this predicament.

1. Imagine growing up with no true father figure or mother figure.
2. Growing up thinking your mother was dead.
3. Thinking your bday was November 27th when it was really April 27th.
4. Being the black sheep of the family. Being thrown harsh words at for every mistake.
5. Never had parents for parent teachers and teachers ask where are your parents?
6. Being made front of because of my girlish name.

[DISCLAIMER: The following will be written under the influence of intense nicotine withdrawal. The writer hereby disowns any crankiness, no matter how entertaining, and warns readers that if they are easily offended, they should leave now.]

Nobody cares.

You work so hard, and even your friends don't bother to participate. It sucks.

Plus, you get to watch all these lame blogs become popular and it makes you feel jealous, then you feel like a loser, a jealous loser.