20 Years Later

I made this journal, figured I'd fill it until I finally met you then just give it you so that maybe you'd understand where I come from and my upbringing at least I hope.

However I'm mentally prepared at the possible outcome of you getting and reading this and think you have a terrible bitch daughter and never wish I was born. I've prepared myself for both eventualities. Although I may never know the outcome for you might not even be alive to see this, or sober enough to understand.

With this warning out of the way I will begin.