I was the type of child who did everything on her own. I was independent and without trust for most around me. After all I have been through and all the growth I have seen in myself, this still holds true. I am still that scared, independent little girl.
My entire life, I thought I could do it on my own. At 9 years old, I comforted my crying mother. At 12, I moved out for the first time. At 16, I broke... but I wouldn't let anyone help me pick up the pieces. At 17, I moved out again. Once I graduated high school, my life was my own (the process completed during my second semester at college). To this day, I still think I can do it on my own although I know better.
I can't do it on my own. I know this. I also know that my life is my own responsibility. Even after all I've said, I wouldn't change a single thing. There isn't one day, one event, one person that I take for granted. My life is a gift, and I plan on embracing it no matter what.
Maybe I chose to be independent at too young an age. Five years old does seem a little drastic.
There is one man who I trusted and desperately need here now, but his life was cut short. If he were here, I know I would be ok... but then again, I wouldn't be standing where I am now.
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