(A/N- I did not write this a friend did and they gave me permission to post it)
Just to be honest, I don't really know who I am. I get mad when others down talk me and yet when they don't, I'm the nicest person alive. However as soon as they start in on me I ask them who they think they are, but I've come to the relization that I don't have the right to ask that. Especially if I don't even know who I am, and I don't. I'm just this lost kid trying to get through school, but it's so hard for me...it just seems like trouble follows me. I've been homeless seven times in five months, and not any of it was my fault. So how do I find who I am? And if I do how much is it really going to help with all my issues? I'm tired of basing friends over stupid things, I'm tired of feeling a dick. I'm tired of all of...this. This sorrow, hate, and paid. It hurts, and it's just the same thing everday, over and over again, and honestly it's killing me. Slowly sucking me dry. Soon I won't even have it in me to fight it. It's extremely hard to even walk when your legs keep getting kicked from under you. It's like if you stand and spin and spin...and spin...and spin, now run in a straight line as fast as you can. You fell didn't you! That is my everyday B.S. that happens. Everyday, all day, do where does the seemingly never ending cycle end, how do I stop it? I really don't think I can...can I? If I actually find myself, will it stop? Will it actually get better? Why do I doubt it so damn strongly?
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Hell...opps I mean my life
Short StoryThis is a true story. If you don't want to know a little bit about me then don't read it. Just a heads up it will be really short.
