I should start from the beginning. There was this boy I met quite a while ago, Stan his name was, we became friends and I enjoyed his company when my home life just turned to shit. Since your working with them if I say anything to personal about it they'd have two strokes EACH. Even if I could utter one word about it I wouldn't. It'd be a waist of mine and yours time. Anyway, he moved away to Florida about 2 years ago and I just broke all connection with the outside world. Not that anyone cared anyway. My life seriously become utter hell the day I got expelled from South Park High. It's a school filled with whores, bias teachers, and perverts.
I repeatedly got into fights and my grades dropped faster than a rock in water, so the principal told my parents that I could finish the second quarter but after that I have to leave. That's when we met......him. Another story I don't want to get into. Anyway he diagnosed me with social anxiety and what not. I don't care.
Today I skipped school. I couldn't be bothered. I just walked and walked for hours until a police officer came and tried to take me back to school. I just ran until he was out of site.
That's basically how I spent my days. I was but mostly lonely. In my opinion loneliness is just like hunger. You could ignore it for a while but something, big or small, could just remind you of it and it hurts like hell when the pain is felt again. I needed somebody. I called out but everyone acted as if they didn't hear me. I felt trapped in what was left of me in this miserable body.
You asked for my beginning and you have it now. I'm done.
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Short StoryShit The word I used a lot during the years of 2011-2013 I was told to keep all my thoughts in a broken down notebook some whore found in the back of her closet or whatever. I was forced into accepting.......his suggestion of doing this shit. He t...
