In the End

In the End

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione gio, dic 25, 2014
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this story is not about a nerd who falls for a jock, who in return loves her. No this is much more realistic. This is story about how in the end school doesn't prepare you for shit. It doesn't teach you how not to think about someone, who doesn't spend one minute thinking of you. It doesn't teach you how to not fantasize about what it would be like to hold their hand or kiss their lips. It doesn't teach you how to stop your self from crawling into a bed with a guy just for the sake of "Maybe he'll love me now". But I mean who cares as long as I can recite the Pythagorean theorem in my sleep? Or know what the hell some dead guy meant when he wrote an old ass poem? Or know what the fuck happened in World War I ? The past is the fucking past for a reason, it doesn't contribute to our futures. School didn't teach how to stop my self from loving you.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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