my story

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This is about my life though there is some mistakes in there im not really that skilled in writing so yeah forgive me!

Submitted: May 27, 2016

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I was thrown into this cruel world at the age of 11 my parents forced me to go to work, I was really really mad and confused at first though it was a short 1-2 hour every Friday  I got used to it and I didn't complain but soon after they started taking me for granted now it's every Monday to Friday I come back from school to my so called "home" then after its 8 I go to work till 10 or 11. Then after 2-3 months it changed to coming home at 3 then after its 5 pm I go to work till its 11-12 there was one time it was 2 am till I came back and that morning I had to skip school due to severe exhaustion Monday to Thursday I work about 2 hours but on Friday which used to be my favorite day I have to work 9+ hours, which means right after I come back from a long 7 hours at school I go straight to work I was really mad but I hid it with a facade so I don't bother my parents. I hated my life I look at other kids at school they all seem so happy with their lives they don't work at all yet they have iPhone 5 , 6 Samsung while me I'm just stuck with the school iPad I just look at them and in my mind I was cursing at them "you don't work you don't have work stress only homework yet you have much more stuff then me" I hated people who had phones or that they don't work I see them as "spoiled". My work time has become very bad to the point where I fall asleep in mostly all my classes my teacher had to ask me "are you getting enough sleep?" (I have huge eye bags due to sleep deprivation) I tell him I'm okay. I was thinking of suicide at one point where I got in a huge family problem on Friday I told my mom I didn't want to go to work she got mad and said "why" I told her because I didn't want go that I was tired of it and my mom was going on about a good boy wouldn't whine like you go look at other kids! See what they are like! And follow them, I got really mad I was thinking " kids my age have phones they have no work to go to, they get a good nights sleep, they don't have to work 9+ hours on Fridays and their parents say happy birthday to them on their birthdays" yes on my 12th birthday no one said a thing to me they did nothing they didn't even bother saying happy birthday. My friends on face book wished me a happy birthday on my timeline and that made me more happy then ever I even cried, 3 months later it was my brother's 16th birthday my parents took us to Duluth with our cousins we had a big picnic we went swimming tons of food a nice mountain scenery to take pictures. How does that make me feel? My chest was hurting so much everybody was wishing him a happy birthday while I stood at the far side alone, but I still was happy for my brother that he didn't get his birthday ignored. My 13th birthday was on May 13th and you know what? It was the same as my 12 birthday nothing happened I thought it was gonna be a surprise birthday so I said nothing days passed nothing happened same pattern going to work get nothing no phones no nothing all I get is criticism about me they judged me my hair my style my taste in music they didn't like it they keep saying "cut your **** hair" (I have long hair)  it made me mad and sad they push their selfish greed onto me doesn't care of what I think. I keep thinking why was I born into this family? Where no one recognize my birthday where every one judges me by appearances where I have to be forced to work why couldn't I be born somewhere else? Where I am loved for who I am, where I don't have to be forced to work at an early age, where I can have my own belongings? People have it worse then me yes I know, so what? I have it bad too just cause they have it worse I'm supposed to accept my fate and don't care what's happening? Let's say I had my arm cut off but this guy has it worse he has both his arms and legs cut off you expect me to be like "oh he has it worser than me so I should be happy that I don't have it like him" ? No so what if some have it worse than me? I have it bad too! A life where my good deeds go unnoticed but as soon as I make a mistake everyone gets mad a life where I have to work at an early age a life where I have no communication device a life where I am judged constantly, this is my horrible bad life.
 
 
 
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