SOO, with the uncovering of a “writings journal” that consists of writings from my senior year of high school (a.k.a. 5 years ago…*whelp*) I thought that I would just stick my square ass wayy out there and post half of something that I have written from that time period…I mean, what better way to start putting my writings out there than by forcing myself to do it……
When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool. CHINUA ACHEBE, attributed, Chinua Achebe: A Celebration
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There was a reason I left England
I just needed to get away from the pain
I’ve been through more than some can even imagine
and sometimes, those memories can stay with you
and never go away
Unfortunately, some of those memories
make me who I am today.
Even though I may feel proud to be who I am on the outside
I know in my heart that I will probably not stay like this forever.
And with my parents
they have treated me unlike most parents treat their children
even though they might seem like they care to others
I can see that they only give a shit about themselves…
Before coming to the states, they showered me with their money
And now, I know why…
…they gladly wanted me shipped off and away.
They have now wiped away
a tarnished spot on their pride.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to start fresh across the large ocean.
I just want to be happy
without my parents
and with the perfect girlfriend.