5 years old maybe 6 years old or maybe even younger.. Really can’t remember when guys started to touch me and finding me attractive. With nobody to talk to or protect me. Making me feel like having sex with every guy was okay. I will never be good enough to be loved anymore. Pushing me at 20 years old to make me feel like I really hate men. At 20 years old it is to late to cry out for help. I have created a labeled for myself as a “hoe”. Time went by so fast creating a lot of darkness in my heart. Making me hate myself. Hating everyone around me. Filling my life with sourness and anger. Feeling like I will never do love ever again. Life itself don’t matter anymore. I did it all wrong but I never knew. Life was moving to fast and so was I.