What was life worth living anymore? What did I have to be happy about? I only had a little shed to live in, I used to have a home, but I can't EVER go back there, I'd die. Well, what happened? I really don't understand myself. All I know is I was a small infant, living happily with my mum and dad. Then it all fell down, mum died, dad became an alchoholic. It got so bad that one day I was walking home from school when my dad grabbed me by the neck and held a gun up to my head. "Don't move a muscle, bitch." he patronisingly whispered to me, then I kicked him and legged it, now I'm here, no school, no money, no parents.