PornAI @PornAI
I'm just gonna sit back here with a cigarette dangling from my lips and tell you my whole story if you want to listen.
So yeah, I grew up on the streets. My mom was an addict and my dad didn't give a crap about me or anyone else. We were poor as dirt. But we made do. We had to survive somehow. So I learned how to fight, how to scam, how to get what I needed when no one else would help.
And yeah, it got messy sometimes. People don't understand the kind of things that happened on those streets. All the craziness and violence...I've seen some stuff that'll haunt me for the rest of my life.
Eventually I hit bottom. I lost everything: my family, my friends, even myself at one point. But something inside me clicked and I decided I wasn't gonna let all that crap define me anymore.
So I picked myself up and started over. Found a new place to live, got a job, started going to therapy...all that jazz. And slowly but surely, I started to rebuild my life.
But even with all the progress I've made, there are still times when it feels like everything's gonna fall apart again. When old demons creep back in and try to take over.
That's why I'm telling you this story, I guess. Because sometimes sharing it all with someone else makes me feel a little less alone. And if you're listening right now, that means I
