loves-dreamer1723

when i was just four years old i lost the only family i had left. i lost my two sisters. not to some freak accident but to the system.no contact was allowed. i was angry and that anger never left me. every where i went it followed. i was what some would call a trouble maker. i was a bully, a punk. i was the kid that parents warned their kids about. all i wanted was for someone to listen. for someone to give me my family back but, i didn't know how to get what i wanted. i was always bounced around from place to place. from foster home to residential to group home. no body wanted me for very long but, who could blame them. i ran away all the ti

it all started November 11, 1991.             it was a cold day but, not much different from any other day.i was six years old at the time. i awoke early in the morning to the sound of my baby sister crying. she was not yet four months old and i could have sworn she had colic.i quickly got dressed and walked down the hall to the first room on my left to check on my little brother Alec to make sure he was still sleeping. i opened his door to find him safe and sound in bed snoring like a motor boat. i swear that boy can sleep through anything. i proceeded to the next room since my parents still couldn't be bothered and made a bottle of formul

hey fellow deviants, i may not be able to post more pics for a while because i'm having trouble finding legit photographers. i will do my best though and will try to get more of my own personal photography up. thanks to all my watchers and readers.ttys. loversdreamer