I've been here a few days and I can honestly say I feel safe for the first time in my life. It's hard moving from home to home in foster care and groping at your family for some love and affection but yet never really getting the bigger picture. You have a family for support and love so that you can be a better person.

Well I didn't, but that doesn't mean I can't teach myself from all of my mistakes that I am a good person and I think everyone has that chance. At some point you realize that people are generally not your best friend. The collective is out for itself, which is why we're all so cold and insolated.

When I wanted a shred of hope, or a piece of the life any of my friends had they could not really understand. They took it for granted, that they had a family. They couldn't imagine a life without any support or love because why would they ever need to? I made those kinds of friends, but all in all they never understood me. I don't blame them. Lol.

I outcasted myself most of the time, I wrote all the time. I cut myself into a deeper depression every day, and not in the physical sense of cut. The mental cutting one does daily. So I'll start writing here as well as a few other places, with my new life. I'll make it live up to all of my expectations. No more hating myself, or anyone else. This is where I end the cycle of pain brought on by myself and everyone who was around me.

This is my life, I'm glad to have it. I'll do my best to make the most of it.

All my love,

Mali