Victoria

One of my earliest memories of my life was of the ones where I would be the most shabbily and poorly dressed girl in school.

My mom didn't care about me. All she cared about was if there was enough change for her to get high.

She was a worthless mother and she is dead to me. I don't want to be around her and I don't want to see her.

Ultimately my appearance became the reason for me to be extremely popular at school.

I would show up late to school most ...