i had always been a miserable person.
maybe it could be the fact that;
i was raised by a single father.
or that my mother died of leukemia.
or that my dog skip ran away from me when i was seven.
or that i had a tendency to get seizures from time to time.
i don't know.
i felt at times that maybe i wasn't born into this life to be happy.
i was made to mourn and feel anger for the ones who wished not to do so or simply didn't have a mean bone in their body.
besides everyone wasn't made to be happy.
or at least that's what i think.
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Eleven
Kurzgeschichtenwe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
