Hows this, you know when you get invited to go somewhere, but not by the people to where you are going, inside you know that these people to whom you are going to visit neither like, love nor respect you, and if you were the type, and your not, to judge popularity by those that hate you, especially when they are your blood related SO CALLED FAMILY you would be quite famous, but since you (I) are (am) not then like me you would be very miserable. The real truth is this, I am not that miserable, I knew better than to go but my father was here and I hoped that his presence would prevent that blatant undeserved hate filled disrespect that I get from the only guy in the word younger than me whose apion of me matters, it should not, but it does, I guess because I still where my heart on my sleeve, it will always make me vulnerable to that invasive soul shattering depression that only comes from those you love and care about says to your face that the problems there problems that are abundant every persons life, are my fault, it has been made perfectly clear to me that even his neighbors are more important to him than my life, so, I now end this with my apologies to those who more than likely wish they had not stopped and read this, I am regretful if to this you somehow relate, and to my little brother Johnny, who will with his words accuse, belittle and, outright disrespect you then turn his back on you so as not know that you even responded because hes deaf, though not born that way, to him I say, and at this moment in time I mean this, On February 12, 1964 before you were born our mother suffered a miscarriage and I was never born, now I know that when your sister tells you this it will most likely make you very happy. Good by from He that was not born...
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 21:09:51 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015