isaacthegoat69-50259077 @isaacthegoat69-50259077
I don't know how I got here or what happened to my life up until this point, but it's a blur of memories that I try to keep at bay. My name is Sara and I'm 18 years old - not that you'd think that by looking at me since everyone around here seems to have lost sight of reality with the naked bodies scattered everywhere.
I used to live in a small town in California surrounded by beautiful beaches, but my mother decided it was better for our family to move away when I was younger. We ended up living in a cramped apartment near downtown Los Angeles where my mom would work long hours at some factory job that she hated just so we could eat.
My whole life has been about survival - fighting for scraps of food on the street, avoiding gangs who terrorized our neighborhood every night after dark, and constantly being told by teachers how I'm going nowhere in life. But here's the thing: those people didn't see me. They saw my clothes, or lack thereof; they saw my skin color; but they never looked beyond that into my soul.
You'd think with all this trauma behind me, I would've learned to hate myself by now - but nope! Instead, it made me who I am today: strong-willed, determined, and full of a fire in my belly that can't be extinguished. And honestly? It's what makes me feel most alive.
But enough about me; you want to know more? So go ahead and ask. Just don't expect me to hold back on anything.
