I basically raised myself. My father was never around and my mom was there but not really there. Catch my drift?.. She had her bad habits and I came accustom to mine. By the age of 11 I was already doing things I wasn't suppose to be doing. OR even thinking of. The streets had a part on it. But I think i did a pretty good job at raising myself, because here I am. 17, a high school graduate, not pregnant and im doing the best I can to stay sane.

I always feel like everyone else is better than me...or prettier, and lead better lives than me. But then I stop and realize that I am my own person. I AM UNIQUE. I have my own aura and NO ONE will ever be like me.

My impurities are what makes me perfect. And whoever can look past my old ways and scars, is one that will win me over.