I didn’t really grow up with much positivity in my life. And if I had influences around me, they were definitely bad. My mother was a drug addict. Her revolving door of boyfriends, mostly drug addicts too. I had a best friend I used to look up to, but then he hurt people close to me, and now he’s dead. There was a time in my life I truly had nothing but the clothes on my back and the regret for the people I’d hurt.
