They say the best stories are real but how would ‘they’ ever know? Living in their sheltered world. My life is so messed up right now; who knew one decision could affect so many so much. Was it worth it in the end? All the good that I did, when it would all turn out like this? Im not so sure anymore. Im just not sure, this is worse than anything I could ever imagine. My worse enemy is myself! No one can tell me it can be worse! No one can tell me that I did something for this to happen! I haven’t done anything for something like this to happen! I had no idea, clueless per say. Looking back that’s pretty stupid of me. I mean the signs were there, so why didn’t I see them? Was it because I didn’t want to? Or because this was meant to happen?
Then again all the signs I leave hanging around are forever going un noticed. There are changes, but im the same to them arnt I? Ive always been odd, ive always been outkast but this goes too far. Their my family, shouldnt they know when somthing goes wrong? Their petty sorrow and woes do no good for me. For I can not care less. Their problems are theirs not mine. I dont care what they think, I dont care what they call me. A box is just a box no matter what label you put on it.
So a storys, a story unless you live it. A kidnapping is a kidnapping until its someone precious to you. If you see everything that can happen, would you hold more respect for the people it did happen to? Think of the possibilities, and bare no grudge against those who've wronged you. Everything doesn't always go right in everyones life. Their are people who never knew thier parents and turned out worse because of it. Someone is not the way they are simply because they want to be. Alot of things go into the making of a person. The parents, genes, where they grew up and how they grew up. Some things can be traced to childhood while others just come up out of no where. Someone might bully you becuase their being bullied themselves. A person might make fun of you because they feel inferior. Don't just judge someone on their apperance because you could be missing out on the chance of a great friend, yet its not good to be too trusting.
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I write my thoughts, poems and stories. I write so others can benefit from it. Through the years, ive seen alot and heard even more. I change just like the weather. Nothing holds me down to once place and I wander from plane to plane. Most of my time
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