My terrible life

My terrible life

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Hey guys its me again! My mom just took away my iphone6s plus so i'm really depressed now. Luck I have andy beardsack to help me thru my dark times. <3 <3 <3 <3 #Emo
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Everything in my life was pure frustration. I was not my parents' favorite. It started when I was a kid. They neglected me, and used me like a recycled trash, needed when necessary. I was not in good terms with my siblings. They could not understand the man I am. My friends ditched me a long time ago. I did not graduate High School with the highest average. My parents blamed me a lot about it and I had been a major disappointment, as the heir to their company, though I achieved the highest marks in college. I did not inherit my father's company. I was weak, they said. My brother was better than me. As if I haven't heard that before. As if it wasn't true. It was my prodigal brother, Aden Henry. It's always been him, and my sister, Alissa Marie. Aden inherited the company. Alissa became a renowned psychiatric expert with her own mental institution with one thousand patients a year. I just became a mere fashion designer, drowned in my misery with my son, Aaron Charles. My wife cheated on me. She was a predator and I was the prey. My heart turned into stone a long time ago. Even my son was not an exception. But how would I survive? I can't function properly anymore. I only needed my wife to act like a normal person, but she's gone. But now, she wants me back. What should I do? No one would dare to know the real Alvin Schemer. They've only seen the front. They never tried to go deep. But I will not trust anymore. I don't know if she was worth it. I don't know if anyone is worth it, when in the end, it's me and my tears that I hate again.

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