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 Created on 1-24-08
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The next part is the most difficult to write. My hand nearly rebels against me and part of my brain wants to throw the pen across the room and burn what I've written so far. I think that my pride helps me from doing so, perhaps. For it is also my pride that is wounded, nearly killed in the writing of this. As in any messy enviroment, it is nearly impossible to keep anything clean. In this instance I'm talking about clothes. You may or may not know this, but odor has a way of spreading, especially to fabrics. You'll have to wait a moment, my hand is shaking so hard I cannot write legibly... there a little better. My pulse is racing and my stomach is heartily considering heaving up the cup of coffee that I drank. I told you that admitting this would make no difference because I don't know you, if that holds true then it must be admitting this to myself that hurts, very much. But, I have to do this. The odor was really always there, but reached its full potency the year I entered seventh grade. I was twelve, my peers thirteen and as everyone knows children can be cruel. These ones wasted no time, it began on the first day and continued even if I managed to get rid of the stink. Needless to say I was not popular, I don't think I would've survived that year without my best friend. We met very young and clicked instantly, it's the kind of friendship you are truly blessed to have. But, unfourtunately, this story is not about her, it would be much happier if that were the case. The kids came up with many names for me and the humiliation was constant. How badly I wanted to tell them that I really tried, but I couldn't because my mother quickly informed me that family matters stay in the family. I cannot go much more deeply into it than that for now, it still hurts a bit too much. Besides there are other things to write I have yet to tell you of my family. I guess that's for another time.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 9th 2008 hyper009 Said : | |
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oh shit! this isnt a story! oops, i cussed...oh well...well, if u have to, you have to (let me show my selfish side for a moment: i was mentioned yay!) okey done. |
| On January 25th 2008 mydragonlord Said : | |
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"Family Matters" indeed! please keep me posted
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| On January 25th 2008 unknownwolfie Said : | |
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WOW ,... VERY SHAKSPERIAN AT THE BEGINING ... WONDERFUL JOB |
| On January 25th 2008 CaPlanePourToi Said : | |
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niocely written |
| On January 24th 2008 InvisibleFlame Said : | |
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I'm sorry...you are such a good writer! |
| On January 24th 2008 AshleyAE44 Said : | |
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Don't be afraid to keep going. I think you'll find a lot of relieve. |
| On January 24th 2008 Akinka Said : | |
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"Family matters"...ummm... I wonder... Keep me updated!!! |
