It wasn’t supposed to be this way..one girl's story

She knew she wasn’t alone in the world. She had brother in another city and a sister at the orphanage behind her. And somewhere she too had a mother. Everyone has a mother. For years she told herself her mother loved her, she hadn’t meant to get addicted, never wanted to leave her children, but after 17 years, she was having a more and more difficult time believing herself. Half the time she didn’t even understand her own actions. One minute she was high as a kite showing the world they couldn’t push her down anymore. The next she couldn’t seem to get up the energy to care about anything. What hope did she have? Living with strangers, girls who had the same defenses she did, out to protect themselves, scrounge what things, what love, what hope they could, clinging to and yet destroying one another in the process. What hope is there? Isn’t this world just a burden to bear? Isn’t everyone supposed to take what little pleasure there was where it could be found? But the highs were followed by the emptiness, sometimes regret. It was broken. The world was broken. She was broken. Deep inside her the truth screamed to be heard, “It’s not supposed to be like this.” But who would hear her if she screamed? Who would care and who could fix it?