I'm home, and apparently the people I'm supposed to call family were worried about me. I don't care. Frankly they can say that stuff all they want. I will never care. All because I said I'm going for a walk. Sure I didn't say I was going to the library. The rain was great to walk through though. Very nice to walk through rain. I absorbed like five gallons of water through my nose, I didn't absorb any water through my nose. Just some of the rain went through my nose a little. I hate these people. Just let me do what I want to do without having to ruin it again. Thanks to them I'll never be able to go on a walk ever again. These people don't bother to see what I like. They never did and the never will see what I like or want to do. My vote never counts, and it never will. That's why when I can move out these people will not know my phone number or will know where I live. These people hate me, and I hate them. I don't love them, and they don't love me. Why would they? I need to talk to someone. But my cowardly nature keeps me from doing that. Now that I think about it I was able to start talking to someone once, like I started the conversation. I've only done it once, and I was to scared to. But I pushed passed my cowardly nature. And I liked the feeling of it, being able to do something I know I'll never be able to do, and yet I did it once. Just once. And I can't do it again. I hate my fears. I need someone to talk to me.
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
