I never had custody to lose. They were my nephews. I just happened to love them enough for them to be my own. It's a long story, but I had to get them out of where they lived and unfortunately, I couldn't take them. Maybe it is fortunate.

What part of me is good for them? I'm a wreck. I can't work and can barely leave the house with someone I trust, let alone by myself. I'm hardly ever consistently present and have mood swings that no one should have to deal with. And to be honest, I'm a crappy person.

I was always told that I was no good, by teachers, parents, other kids (including siblings). I'm just a bad person. No matter what I do, I'm a piece of ****.