It's been a long day for Ritos. Between being home for the past few days with his medical issues and everything else, boiling point was near. At about 11:30AM his grandmother and mom came into his room, and they decided to go through stuff to "make room" in a closet that already had enough space. Ritos had already been hitting some very low lows over the past few days. Being sore from his stomach to his feet, Ritos could feel every tiny movement in the room. As his parents went through his closet getting rid of things they didn't think were needed, they threw them right onto the bed at Ritos' feet. This hurt Ritos, very badly. Every tiny motion he made hurt. They forced him to try random clothes on, which hurt like hell. On top of the physical pain Ritos was in, he could hear them whispering about him and his stuff - they were only 5 feet away from him. "What do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" Ritos asked himself. Between the things being thrown on the bed, the things bumping into the bed, and overall feeling bad all day, Ritos was at breaking point. Ritos didn't know when he'd have his next breakdown, but he knew it'd be soon. All the years of dealing with the never ending psychological torment, and the physical pain, he couldn't go on with it for much longer.
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A sad day in the life of a sad person.
Non-FictionThere once was a young man named ritos. Ritos lived in Kimberly, Alabama, and hated it- it wan't home. Home was Charlotte, North Carolina, the place he'd spent the first few years of his life in but doesn't remember much of. After moving from Caroli...
