Not being aware of the harsh world that I had yet to encounter, I was always considered supposedly the “naive”one. With me, and my innocent mind, I was always desperate to go out in the real world, or supposedly a “toxic” environment, as my parents had portrayed it to be. I was always desperate for attention from others, and wanted to be part of large groups that would always have the best time of their lives. I have a vivid memory of the time that I was spoken about by other people; people I have done nothing to. Who could've known that people could be so harsh, and rude, and have no shame in generating the most nastiest rumours, or comments? I grew up in an environment that was described as a very “ghetto” environment. It turned out being