You Never Know Your Luck..

You Never Know Your Luck..

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Life is actually nice, if you live it the right way not like me. And "me" is Charlie Wilson I lived my life completely the wrong way and I really regret every single mistake I did but the problem is that I new that every mistake I did I knew it was wrong, now im 18 years and living with my girlfriend and my friends and their girlfriends too you might think im living a good life because im living with my friends and shit but truly nobody knows what's really inside my life what I really used to live I can say im having fun with my friends but my past, the big problem MY PAST it ruined my life and my future and also my feelings and literally everything..ugh it keeps getting into my mind all of the past, the pain ive been through. I wont talk about this shit so much ill be thinking positive from now on, well my girlfriend Selena was the one who stood with me all my life even more than my parents oops I will be only thinking positive anyways me and Selena are together for 3 years and a half I guess
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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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