I cant even remember the last time I had a hug…

I hate how misunderstood I am, I wish I wasn’t so lonely, I wish I was happier, sometimes it feels hard to even live. I wish that even a tiny bit of what I give to people, love, care, help could be given back to me. I don’t open up much anymore so I guess people don’t really know what’s going on in my head, even my own mother.
I never expected life to turn out this way for me. At least I learned a lot about my self, I learned that nobody is going to save you, which is nice to learn at a young age, I have been through so much that nobody could even imagine.