Ever since I was little, all I wanted was this tight-knit family with people who loved and cared about me no matter what, through thick and thin. People who tried their best to understand, even when things made no sense to them. I still don’t have that. So why is it fair that I suffer still. How is it right that I can’t be loved because of something I unwillingly don’t have. But something that I always wanted. Why am I forced to live with the effects of other peoples flaws and mistakes. I don’t get it..