I would just like to rant for a little bit here…
My Papa died when I was 3. I was so young, but I remember him. He is my guardian angel, the key to my happiness. If he had been alive I would never need to lead this kind of life, trust me. Life would have been much better for me. I would be pampered, so loved, so spoiled maybe. Sometimes I wish to run outside and scream at God, why? Why does God want me to lead such a dark life instead?
I was just 3, damnit, what sin could I have committed so badly that […]