I grew up in an environment where there is no love and no family warmth.
I grew up in an environment where I'm always deemed as the unwanted.
I grew up in an environment where I'm always owing a debt to the one who chose to give birth to me.
Why does she always have to think that giving birth to us is like a super big thing.
She is the one who CHOSE to give birth to me. I did not put a knife at her throat forcing her to give birth to me.
And now she blames me for everything.
Blames me for even being existing in this place.
From young, I've always wondered why am I even here when I'm so unwanted. Even till now, she still gave me that feeling.
I'm just an unwanted bastard child that came from her own lust.
Right.
