Before I was born my dad had always done drugs. Hes always been addicted to meth. Well when he met my mom, my mom want to "fit in" with my dad and his friends. Well that's why my mom is psycho because she did 2 8 balls in less than one hour. Im surpise she didn't die. I remember I use to live with my dad and my mom and my brothers and my dads friends and we all had to wear shoes cause there would be dirty needles all over and meth all over. By the time I turned 12 I had to learn how to sell meth and make it cause I was forced to by my parents. Well I did. When I was 13 my dad was a truck driver and my mom never worked. My dad never cared about anything but his drugs. We lived in a shack with no running water no electric. My mom pimped me out so we could eat and she was tired of me going to juevy for stealing food cause I hadn't aten in days or even weeks. My ? Is:
Is it my fault that I did what my mom wanted me to?
Am I the one to be blamed?
What am I going to do now, I mean I can't ever stop thinking that it is my fault.