Well...It Had to Come out...

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Yes you all may be thinking what's with the title and shit, but I am here to make a confession. You still may be wondering what I in the world may have to say. AND PLEASE just here me out before you start speaking.

So, let's start where it all began. Atlanta. Yes I was born there. My mom is from Hawaii and my dad is black. I got most of his features, poofy hair etc. but that's not the point. The point is that I was gifted. I got things I wanted. I thought it would fill the hole in me. I guess not. I did research and found I had depression. Before you go and start commenting 'omg ur so luky  u ungr8ful whore!!11!' Here me out. Time skip 3 years later and I still had depression but I got my first crush on a girl. I thought I was a freak and didn't deserve to live. I should only have crushes on boys. Then I did more research and found out I was bi. I never told anyone about my depression or being gay.

Now talking about school, I was popular, ONLY because of my good looks and my money. I saved up all my chore money because my dad always said, save some and spend some. I didn't really buy much, so I just saved. After about a year of saving I had 10K. Yes that's a lot but, I mean, my dad walked around with AT LEAST 1K in his pocket. And go ahead and comment 'omg ur such a faker!!1!!1' and shit. I don't care anymore.

Friendships...Oh god...
So, I had this best friend, let's name her...Lilly. Me and Lilly went through thick and thin. We met in 1st grade and and were friends up until 5th. But that's when I had to move. We said goodbye and I got on the plane. I never say her again. Then when I moved I became friends with a girl named Brooklyn. We went through thick and thin, but she blackmailed me to force me to be her friend. She made me feel so worthless. Then when all the people she blackmailed got together and confronted her, she plays the victim card saying that she never did anything. I never talked to her again. Then I met you guys. You may not have realized it, but you just being here help so much.

I don't ask for pity. It's just after awhile you have to spill sometime, right? Sorry if this sounds really bad I couldn't really find a way to say this.

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