>>941442763
I lived in constant fear of my neighbors. Mom was single and worked multiple jobs, so I was a latchkey kid. We lived in a trailer park full of meth cooks, junkies, and sex offenders. I stayed inside almost all the time and never played with any of the kids in the park because most were thieves and psychos. The one time I tried making friends with one, he almost stabbed me one day because we were walking by the creek and I accidently stepped on the back of his shoe. Things were lonely. Mom would often lose jobs and we'd end up living extremely lean and on food stamps. Naturally, I was bulled in school and made to feel like I was less than human. The one saving grace was that mom wasn't an addict or anything. She just had shit luck with jobs. She'd start at some place, they'd love her work, but then the business would close or cut newer people. When I got older I worked to make a life for myself. Nothing amazing, but I live comfortably enough. I was able to take care of my mom so she wouldn't be in a nursing home and destitute. But I still have a lot of social anxiety, depression, zero self-esteem...
