Lets just say of my child hood i do rember its ……not all good the cops all ways there put in mind i lived in a small village still do. my sister reminds me of alot and i am glad i dont rember. I was once homeless liven in a dirty motel when i moved to lancaster p.a for half a year in first grade. I loved my father i loved to hike with him fish do anything he wasnt their much he was an acholic. he was just getting his life on track he was going to surprise us for christmasÂ we made plans!!! for me to live with him when he moved back to newyorkÂ he died of pancritous 95% survive and recover in 5 days my father was one of the very few that went into the icu ( people with tubes in their mouths a bunch of needlesÂ into one ) he was in a coma blown up from the preasure i never got to hear his voice i drove all the way down to spartan burg south carolina to see him now he is gone! at age 47Â Â 10-30-10Â that date will haunt me forever once my favorite month (my birthday 10-8-1995 ) now dreaded for my life . i want to be with him he was the only one i realted to now my grandma my best friend is dien i take care of her shes dien of cancer………the only one that can relate is nmy friend dani her mother has cancerÂ she got rid of her ear cant hear or talk and she has very few weeks tlifes a ***** and i just want to leave all these people hating killing alsoÂ my family even hates me fuck them fuck you!!!!!.