peerlesscucumber's answer (1)

It's a love and hate thing. I hate that I am in this body at times, but I do have other reasons to love it. I hate the environment I grew up in, but again there aren't always bad grass. I am ashamed of my past. I sometimes am ashamed of how my parents raised me, if I hadn't experienced such treatment, I would have better prospects. But if I were to......   reply