abilizard614
I went to a homeless shelter for some guidance on what to do with my life and how to get it back on track. Unfortunately they denied my request to come and stay. Some days I think about my old life and how much stuff I had in my actual closet at my actual home in my actual neighborhood. Every once and a while I think about my parents who I haven't seen in 11 years. And how much of a disappointment I am to them. When I was a kid I got straight a's until I was a freshman. But thinking about my childhood brings back so many bad memories. There are more bad than good. I tried to reach my best friend from high school but she said that she hadn't understood my lifestyle ever. So that was a disaster. Author's note: I am very sorry about the first chapter. I didn't proof read it so it was kinda....... Terrible. I hope you like the 2nd chapter.