I remember in school when you were told that you could trust teachers, your parents, or older students. My teacher screamed at kids in the classroom, threw textbooks at their desks and encouraged the class to call my friend names. 8 kids changed classes including me after she made fun of an apology letter she told me to write to her. I looked to my parents and trusted the to get me out of that class. Last year I still trusted my dad. He went out into the world of the s** trade and chose them over my family. I was walking home alone from the bus and I was alone on the street with a kid who was in high school at the time. I was just an elementary school kid. He showed me his d*** and asked me what it tasted like. I ran and prayed he would just leave me alone. I don’t know who I can trust anymore. Even if I did know, I don’t think I could bring myself to trust them.
