I am 17 and my parents left me in a orphanage/reformatory when I was just a baby. I have never met them and I don’t have the intention of meeting him honestly. They did not care about me then they don’t care about me now for all I know they’re dead. They thought I guess that this orphanage or whatever the hell is fucked up princess was very good for a two day old baby, but honestly it isn’t shit. It’s more of a place where parents who don’t want their kids put them in there and they basically forget about them for the rest of their lives. That’s my case. What parents and other people who are not in this establishment don’t know is that it’s hell. Maybe one kid out of 20 gets a family and gets to get out of that shit hole, but if you’re not lucky now you just get reformed. It’s so bad that people get abused, kids get treated in the worst possible way when they don’t do what the ”teachers” say. they would kind of torture you, abuse you, lock you up and tie you up to make you learn respect and manners and how to be a good person. It’s a living hell. And I mean if you have a submissive personality and you don’t care what they’re doing. It’s totally fine. You do what they say and you don’t get punished. But if you’re like me and you do care and you hate what they do and if you do not agree on how they are treating people and how they are teaching you manners, then you get stuck here.In the shithole. Getting abused and crying every night to sleep because they have locked you up and tied you up. The worst part is that from outside it looks like it’s a very good and pretty place where your kids can grow into new families. But in reality it’s a shithole. You send your kids to suffer. One night a week there was this thing called no more about the city and your surroundings and everything that let the kids go out and so I did that. I went out it was one of the times I could. I think it was the third time I went out that I was walking through the streets just breathing and admiring a free life. Live where you don’t have to keep your head low and listen if anyone’s coming at you from behind. That’s when I saw them. A group of three men. They were laughing about something and they were just talking and sitting near the dock and it was honestly weird because I have never seen that but I felt so relieved at them just laughing and I thought to myself God that is something I want to have. I want to have someone to laugh with and not cry with. They saw me staring which for them was weird because a normal person in the outside world doesn’t really stare at people and the tallest one that had a cigarette in between his fingers. He turned and asked me if I was okay if I needed something or if I was lost. No one in their right minds and people who have parents and whose parents love them know about the orphanage/reformatory I live in so I just pretended I was a normal person who had parents and who was loved. I just smiled and kept walking when one of them stopped me.