NonFiction Created on 6-6-07
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I was walking down the halls of my school feeling very empty. It was the last day. My best friend was moving, the love of my life moved just two months earlier, and me and my friends were being seperated until only God knew when. Of course there was the summer to look forward to but it just wouldn't be the same. I remember praying so hard to God to see id he would give me the power to control time. That prayer hadnt been answered when I needed it the most. My butthole friend wasnt there thank goodness. If she had come she would have ruined my day more than I could say. I felt lost and confused. Now my grandmother, who has alheimerz, is dying slowly and I don't want to let her go. She would eat, drink, or do anything that she needs to survive. All she does is sleep and breath. She's lost her voice and she's bed bound. What happened to my life? It was perfect as I could have imagined. I had two parents living in the same house, friends who loved me, and all the things that some kids can only dream of. Then my world started to fall apart. My parents divorced, my friendships started fading, I got glasses that made me look like a monster, and my grandmother started getting sick. I know there are worse cases than my own. But I'm not them. This is MY problem. I pray for those who need it, excluding me. But right now I have to say that this is as low as I can get. Some of you don't know what emptiness is because ya'll all claim that your lifes couldn't get any better. Say what you want I don't care. I just need to express myself and et out my feelings. If you want to know more rate and comment.
life will get better. I promise. Im goimg to move back even if it kills me. (hopefully it wont) You know you always have me to talk to. We can talk to each other. I need help too. I trust you the most out of ALL of my friends. You can trust me too. Ill talk to ya later k. Byez
This really gave me chills because you are saying what I am thinking. Everything was perfect in elementary, but then in middle school all my friends moved away, and then through out middle school and high school I was completely alone. Those wre the hardest years of my life. I cried and cried thinking why do they have friends and I don't. This is very touching to me. God it's spooky how much are stories are alike.
NonFiction
Created on 6-6-07
Views(103)
Story Rating G
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