I've tried without success to reach people that I thought cared. Only to realize and remember what some of them had said because I was a child who didn't have as much as they did. And they thought I only was friends because of money and things they had. They were wrong. I see the stories that people are saying and it hurts because it was for real.

I lost the only true friend when I was five. And the grownups who said they cared really didn't they only thought my family wanted money and still do. My mom also lost the first friend she had when they first came to Canada. There is no amount of money in the world that can replace any person. Especially those who spoke up to help those who didn't have anyone to speak up for them.

Even a very very traumatic experience has to be dealt with eventually because it presents itself everywhere and you are reminded of it. I still cry.And people don't even realize it when they see me day to day.

People go to church and say they will be Christ like. Caring, helping those in need. I tried they only way I know how without being a pest. And now this is it because most of them have past away and we never got to talk again.