The Life of a Broken Girl

When I was younger, I wasn't the best child. I was mean and unruly, something I hate thinking about now that I am older.
I didn't like going to school, I hated my teachers and my parents. I hated everything back then, and there was nothing I could do that would stop the pain I was in.
But that really wasn't all I went through, not even close. School is really a distant memory of mine, and I wish I would have stuck through. But all of the things I was called in and outside of school really made me hate myself. I was abused and sooner than expected I was what many would call Depressed.
By the age of Five I lost myself in a world known as darkness. Although it is painful looking back on it, I would really love to share my story starting from the beginning.