Ruined Innocence

I was homeless, when I was 6 or 7 I lived in a women's homeless shelter with my mother and my younger brother. We didn't last there long but the time I did spend there helped me and, in a strange way, made me extremely self entitled and selfish. My mom got us ahead and now we're doing extremely well but I feel I deserve everything I have and more with little to no work. The experience made me jaded and unsympathetic to people's struggles. I live only for me. I care only about me. The hardship I went through, I went through alone, so why should I care about the world, the world never cared about me.