NEVER SAY NEVER AGAIN

While I was growing up in Vallejo, divorces were unheard of. I had never known of family problems or anything like that. I grew up in a nice household. Everything was pure, innocent. I didn't do things wrong. I was nice. I didn't break rules. I wasn't grown up. But then I started cussing. I was introduced to things. I realized bad things. I understood. I learned how people were. How cold it was outside. I saw the bad. I still see it. And now in Benicia, I do things I never thought I'd do. I thought I was better than that.. But I'm the same as all my peers, the same as people I thought I'd never be like. I was confident before, I loved the person I was, I hate and despise the person I have grown into, everything I stand for now. I'm a terrible person.