This place…I fuckin hate this place. This place feels like one of the group homes (I used to live in when I was a kid) every time my mom kicked me out or beat the shit out of me. Her version of “having no more room in her heart to love me because you’re too hard to love.”  That tough of love type of home she would send me to. Rejection. Fuckin rejection. I hate that word. Feeling rejection at such a young age is a feeling I’m forced to walk with every day. Rejection and abandonment.Two things I fear most in life God, how can I be so stupid.…