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Just the beginning still working on it

Submitted: September 28, 2016

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Do you ever have that feeling that you’re ready to end your life but you realize there’s no point? That’s pretty much how I feel every day. Fuck I forgot to introduce myself. Hi my names John I'm 15 totally normal and I live with my abusive aunt and my druggie uncle

and we live in a god damn trailer. 10/10 loving my life I absolutely love coming home to a beer can getting thrown at me or getting beaten the shit out of for no reason what so ever yeah welcome to my life. Let’s start from the beginning.

My parents died when I was 7 but DONT feel bad for me it was their fault anyways they’re the ones over dosing on fucking drugs like dumbasses. You know a lot of people ask if I could save them would I and I just answer them nope this was what was supposed to happen and that’s the way it’s going to be. There is actually one thing I would change and that’s the people I end up living with maybe a rich family that doesn’t treat me like shit or actually what about a normal family that doesn’t greet me with a beer can to the head or a bitch slap. However, there is only one reason alone why I haven’t killed my self and that would be... you know what never mind I just met you I’ll save it for later. Anyways I’m surprisingly good at fucking things up, for example let’s take my first time asking someone out. It starts out at recess yes I still get recess when I’m 13 pretty great but that’s beside the point. I walk up to this girl and she says cool shirt where’d you get it and I said mall all I said was fucking mall. You know what, fuck this I’m starting when I want and that’s final starting about now. I was standing there depressed waiting for the bell to ring to be dismissed from last period and I realize fuck I have track. I got dressed sloppily and quickly and walk out of the locker room. Guess who the fuck was waiting outside for me correct the girl of my 7th grade fantasies. (Let’s call her Bitch Numero Uno) Bitch Numero Uno walks up and asks are you John Durham (My last name isn’t that funny prick) I of course said yes and she died of laughter. At this moment in time I knew I fucked up. Bitch Numero Uno walks away still dying of laughter and walks over to her Bitch squad and I knew what she knew and that was the first time of many I thought suicide was the answer.


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