If you're reading this, WELCOME TO MY WORLD. This life I live isn't the life I chose, but the life I was handed. I was a child when my dreams turned into nightmares. I lost both my parents to their own selfish acts, my mother being first, and shortly after, my father. What little sense of love I knew was also gone, and when I thought I had gotten it back in exchange for my innocence, I was wrong. At that point, I realized I needed to escape the reality of how my life was unfolding; I needed to drift into a space where love could find me. And it did I became addicted to the love it gave, and for that I would sacrifice anything