10 Days to Live
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Hi, I'm Shane Walker. I'm a 17 year old in my junior year of high school. I love my music loud so I can ignore all the things people say about me. I always look down so I can't see the weird looks people give me. I don't fit in with the rest of the people in school. I don't have any friends and I'm really not sure I want any. People are cruel to each other and only care about themselves. Who needs friends when you know they're just going to hurt you in the end? People are so quick to judge someone before they even get to know them. Apparently labels are the only thing anyone cares about in high school. "Emo" is the label I got stuck with. Everyone takes one look at my long, shaggy, black hair or the eyeliner or the music I listen to and decide I'm not even worth a conversation. I guess if I'm being honest I really am the definition of "emo", but that's not the point here. I really don't know what the point is anymore. What is the point? Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing? What is my purpose? Do I even have one? I'm not even sure if the story I'm going to tell you has a purpose. Why am I telling you? Why am I telling someone I've never met that I have 10 days to live?
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