Heart of Gold

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November 9, 2016

It's funny how you fall in love and everything is good for a short period. You're happy, you feel alive, you're blessed. Then it's like none of that existed. Things go wrong and you slowly fall apart.

I honestly never expected to find love, I thought I would forever be all on my own. Despite having people who claimed to be my friends, here and there, I never believed it for one second, I never expected them to stay.

My little story is obviously about my life, but I don't really feel like dwelling much in the dramatics. I don't find it necessary. But in order for you to understand, I have to start from the beginning.

I'm Wes Lynch. I'm currently 17 years old. I guess I can count as good looking. I have short brown locks that are buzzed on the sides. And boring brown eyes.

I grew up in Toronto Canada and well my life was okay. You could say that I had a lot of bad influences, but that's just life. You're always going to have bad influences no matter what.

I learned right away that life is just horrible. It's no good and it's pointless. I don't do the whole Suicide thing, I find it stupid, but at the same time I understand why people do it.

Call me an asshole or heartless for saying that, but I stand firm in my beliefs. You can do whatever you want with your life, I don't care.

Anyway, as I was saying before, life sucks and the sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be.

As a kid I would play with the other kids in the neighborhood, nothing too serious. Some disappeared out of nowhere, but we didn't think much of it. When you're a kid, you're pretty much oblivious.

At the age of 6 my family and I moved to the U.S. The same followed here, I played with kids in the neighborhood and life was just normal.

There were times when a kid was dumb enough to pick a fight with me, I would then have to teach them a lesson on why they shouldn't do that again.

Once one of the guys who wanted to best me, grabbed my little brother and beat him to a pulp. As a result I got him and his brother back. Never again did they try to pull some sort of shit like that again.

I guess you could say I enjoyed being the alpha. In all honesty, I just didn't like it when people felt like they could use me like a rag. Trust me, I would make a horrible leader. I will lead anyone who follows me, into a wall.

After that, life moved along. I made "friends" they were either people I tolerated or people who I had to tolerate. Some died, others I don't know what happened to them. I always thought I had bad luck because of this, but then again I go out looking for trouble myself.

I got involved with the wrong kind of people, did things I wasn't supposed to do, took things I shouldn't have taken and well saw things I shouldn't have seen.

By the time I was 13 I felt like the shit. I thought nobody could best me. I was strong, I was smart and I was experienced. I had already picked up boxing so, I knew how to defend myself.

By the end of 8th grade I had met a gorgeous girl. She was sexy as fuck, funny and amazing in every way. At the time she was going through some stuff and we helped each other cope.

I thought she was the best thing that could have ever happened to me and that was everything to me.

I was still an asshole nonetheless. I just knew how to behave around her. I made sure to treat her right, unlike the way my dad treated my mom.