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Julez
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I was sitting here wondering, what am I doing here? I look back on my life. I have very few nice memories. I have memories of being hurt, alone, sad, helpless. Now, yea now I'm a succesfull RN and part own a gym. I guess that is a good thing.
But I look back on my life. I have never done anything great. Or good for that manner. I have never been normal. I have always been labled as "crazy" or "Disturbed" or "Weird". Oh and my favorite growing up "The problem Child" "The looser" and the all time thing I heard the most "You will never amount to anything".
I think alot about my past. With all the stuff that has happened so far I wonder what I am doing here. Here in life. I wonder why I was born. Why me? I wonder what I have to offer people. What does a person like me have to offer.
What does the past mean? Does it say who you are? Who you will be? I remember why my parents tryed to give me away to the state. And I think back to all the "Your Nothing but trouble" comments made to me. I think about all the "Your just crazy" comments that were said to me.
I often think about stuff in my life. Why I am here. Why my sister died and not me. What do I have to offer that she does not? She could have been great. But instead she died and I lived. Mabye that was me that was supposed to die that day and there was a mixup. Who knows. But I wonder what things would have been like if I was not around. Would my parents had stayed togather? Whould my brother had been better off? Was it my fault they divorced? Alot of different ways the dominos could have fallen if I was not born. I wonder about if I were to drop off the face of the earth today if things would be better. Not for everyone in the world but for some. I mean it would be one less person causing problems.
Then I think about what is keeping me here. Why do I choose to go on. Or when I try to end it I somehow survive. I mean what's the dealI do alot of thinking at night about my life. And what I have to offer people. Or myself. Then I realise, I am no one special. Just another nobody waiting for his time. So I work my butt off as time runs out. Thinking about my life and where it has gone. With all the things wrong with me, It probably won't be long before my sand runs out and I am no more than a tomb stone in some grassy field. Forgotten, and alone as always. Well I am gonna go. I just needed to get these feelings out. Thank you.
But I look back on my life. I have never done anything great. Or good for that manner. I have never been normal. I have always been labled as "crazy" or "Disturbed" or "Weird". Oh and my favorite growing up "The problem Child" "The looser" and the all time thing I heard the most "You will never amount to anything".
I think alot about my past. With all the stuff that has happened so far I wonder what I am doing here. Here in life. I wonder why I was born. Why me? I wonder what I have to offer people. What does a person like me have to offer.
What does the past mean? Does it say who you are? Who you will be? I remember why my parents tryed to give me away to the state. And I think back to all the "Your Nothing but trouble" comments made to me. I think about all the "Your just crazy" comments that were said to me.
I often think about stuff in my life. Why I am here. Why my sister died and not me. What do I have to offer that she does not? She could have been great. But instead she died and I lived. Mabye that was me that was supposed to die that day and there was a mixup. Who knows. But I wonder what things would have been like if I was not around. Would my parents had stayed togather? Whould my brother had been better off? Was it my fault they divorced? Alot of different ways the dominos could have fallen if I was not born. I wonder about if I were to drop off the face of the earth today if things would be better. Not for everyone in the world but for some. I mean it would be one less person causing problems.
Then I think about what is keeping me here. Why do I choose to go on. Or when I try to end it I somehow survive. I mean what's the dealI do alot of thinking at night about my life. And what I have to offer people. Or myself. Then I realise, I am no one special. Just another nobody waiting for his time. So I work my butt off as time runs out. Thinking about my life and where it has gone. With all the things wrong with me, It probably won't be long before my sand runs out and I am no more than a tomb stone in some grassy field. Forgotten, and alone as always. Well I am gonna go. I just needed to get these feelings out. Thank you.
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