It all works out in the end

So, people look me and ofcourse automatically think i don't know whats its like to have it "bad"..
but truth is i know and remember what it is like to struggle. To watch my mother struggle.
Nah, i'm not from the streets but from someones living room floor.
My mom was single with me for the 1st 4 years of my life, i remeber the good times, but i can see my moms tears, at the same time.
We had it "bad" at a point, moms had no money and we were living in and out of this womens living room.
y?
because, love bailed out on my mom for 3 years, the man that birthed me was too in love with himself to care for anyone else, and the man my mom was in love with left to sing with his band. 
but, i now call him dad. He came back for us and everything started to look bright for us. my mom had the love of her life, i had my mom and a father. we moved into an apartment, it was icky looking, but it was a place to call home,  i rember hearing my mom complain about the bugs and leaks. haha we didnt ive there long, we moved in with my aunt and her 1st husband.
around the same time i got my cat louie. still have him til this day, he my buddah boy :)

around age 7 we moved into this little house, i remeber alot in that house. so much thats a book itself, good times and .....bad :/ 

around age 13 i started to test my limits, and was exposed to things i should've never known or done. i regret dearly but at the same time glad, because then i wouldnt be where i am now, or know the people i know now.

i am thankful for this life that i have been blessed with, i wouldnt want it any other  way.


i love everyone that is apart of it to :)