Hello, my name is Beatrice, but I'm called Maya, and I'm one sad person
My earliest memories are being on an airplane, drifting in and out of consciousness. I was so scared, I didn't know what was going on, finally it all went dark. I woke up in a hospital, my mother screaming at the doctors, half drunk off of her ass, then it all goes dark again. Anyways, it turns out I was born with fetal alcohol syndrome. My mother cared more for her drinking than she did for the baby she was pregnant with. I was born with many problems, I was way to small, I couldn't breathe on my own, I had blood circulation problems. The memories I said above are from when I was 4. They had to preform surgery on me, I'm still not sure what they did, to make sure I wouldn't die from lack of oxygen. After this surgery, it was decided that my mother was unfit to take care of me, and my dad died in a car crash. There was nobody there for me, so I was adopted by a family. They are not much better, ask too much of me and make me feel bad about myself. Now, on this day, I'm 18, I'm way too small, and skinny, I'm 4'9, I'm no good at anything physical, and I'm not smart or anything. I have no friends, and am completely alone in this world. I can only hope to make some friends here.
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