
People were ever rarely home, and if they were, they didn’t want much to do with me. I spent the majority of my time by myself. Sometimes, it didn’t matter so much. Other times though, when I really needed someone there, I was brutally reminded that no one had the time for me, or that there were other more important things out there to attend to. To some degree, I always felt abandoned growing up. It is sad to draw up on such memories, but that is not to say that this was a bad experience. Because of this, I have taught myself many things; one being how to ride a bicycle and another being how to never rely on others for help. To this day, I still believe in that. At some point in my life, however, I fell for the prospect of sharing the weight I carry upon my shoulders with someone else. But more often than necessary, I was met with the same disappointment I felt when I was younger. I was too naive.
In this world, you might think you have someone to rely on, but you really don’t. People might trick you, deceive you, act like they truly care for you, but at the end, they themselves come first. You have yourself, and that is it.