I ran away from home multiple times, i would tell everyone that I got kicked out or talk s*** about my mother and giving stupid excuses to why I ran away. The day my little baby cousin passed away I ran away from my family and didn’t care. I was so caught up in doing my own things and wanting to “live life”, but I ended down a path of having s** w boys I barely knew, drugs and alcohol and worst being an e***** at 15 yrs old. I was money hungry and my stupidity made me think that being a little hoe getting touched and doing disgusting things with sick men was fun. Regret it everyday & whats worst is that i was molested as a child and was never even able to kiss a guy by the time i became 15. If i could go back….. i shouldve killed myself when i had the chance…