I always hear, "Your parents will always be there for me." I think of that and I see that someone told me a lie. My mom is not there when I cry or feel sad. My real dad just got up and left. My fake dad doesn't come and see me. He doesn't even call to say hi. I wish I could tell him good-bye. My mom's boyfriend don't help. He makes matters wrost. He makes my life more of a living hell. My life will be the same forever. Nothing will ever change. Why am I glued to this life. To this hell of mine. My life