I'm beginning to understand why my father went my entire life without talking to his family. It's one thing to have friends abandon you, talk shit about you, make you feel like you don't deserve to walk the same beautiful earth that they do... But when someone of the same blood does it, it hurts.

We are destined to walk in the same path as the ones that gave us life. As much as we try to make the right decisions, we will falter. I believe the choice to walk the right direction on this path is not decided by the person walking it, but by the people you meet along the way.