"I hate life." I casually said to her roommate.
             "Clarissa, why would you say something like that?" Keryn said.
             "Life has been so hard for me. All my life, I have been the outcast white chick, my mother clearly hates me, my sister is crazy, and life sucks." I didn't know how else to describe my horrible life to my perfect roommate. Keryn grew up with loving and supportive parents, great friends, and everything she could have ever dreamed of. She got a full ride to her first choice school and is enjoying every moment of life in Durham, North Carolina at Duke University. She is extremely blessed and she doesn't even realize it; me on the other hand, blessings seems to pass by my door without even stopping to see if I'm at home.
             My life started out wrong. The only reason I cried was because I knew that life from this moment on was going to be shitty. My father left when I was a week and a half old because he found out that my mother had cheated on him just before I was born. He said he didn't need a paternity test because I was as white as snow and his skin was as black as tar. We never had anything that belonged to us. We lived from house to house and paycheck to paycheck, and that's when my mother decided to go to work. When the slightest thing went wrong, we packed and moved. I remember when I was seven and we were living with my Aunt Caroline, my mother ran in the house in a drunken state. She started arguing with my aunt and was breaking her dishes and tearing everything up in sight. We had only been there a month and my mother got kicked out. My aunt didn't want me to be around her, because she was crazy. The next night, after my mother had been kicked out, she came and took me from my aunt's house and we went to this strange man's apartment and stayed for a few years, but those were the worst years of my life. It was obvious that this man was my mothe...