It started from my childhood, how I was treated. I was put down, teased, not listened too, told I was a baby by my siblings. It was engrained in me.
Then, I think mine got really bad when my Dad died. I lost my rock when he left this earth. Even though I have wonderful people in my life, people I can depend on, they are not him. Man, I miss him. When my mom dies, I will really be on my own.
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