As time moves adelante, hacia adelante it makes me wonder how much can it change a person. o what it can change. When I look back to my past it gets me thinking abouthow much I have changed over the years. My perosnality to the type of people I am around.
Back when I was younger I had a lot of anger issues. I still do but over time I have been able to control them for the most part. I used to be good at school but that has changed dramatically as well. Now I am on the edge of failing my junior año of high school. It really does become a growing issue and it seems no matter where I look there is just no way out.
I want to make ths clear that I am not escritura this to make people feel anything I just want to make a oint with how much tu change over the course of your life whether youare aware of it at first o not. If tu tu are one of those people that don't see it then tu really just give it sme major thought.
tu should think about what tu want to become in the future o what tu have already become. Start taking notice in yourself instead of others if tu are one of those people. This isn't an articulo just for me it's to spread some clarity.
I know people myself included that just don't know who they are anymore. It just seems like people like me only find some clarity on ourselves not every little detail.
I am lost right now. I have no idea what to do after high school but I am trying to ush through it as much as possible. The only thing I know I am good at is escritura but that won't take me too far in life.
I wouldn't mind any opinions anyone has on this articulo and there will be más writings like this. In fact i would really enjoy hearing what people ahve to say about this. I would like to see más people out there like me.
Back when I was younger I had a lot of anger issues. I still do but over time I have been able to control them for the most part. I used to be good at school but that has changed dramatically as well. Now I am on the edge of failing my junior año of high school. It really does become a growing issue and it seems no matter where I look there is just no way out.
I want to make ths clear that I am not escritura this to make people feel anything I just want to make a oint with how much tu change over the course of your life whether youare aware of it at first o not. If tu tu are one of those people that don't see it then tu really just give it sme major thought.
tu should think about what tu want to become in the future o what tu have already become. Start taking notice in yourself instead of others if tu are one of those people. This isn't an articulo just for me it's to spread some clarity.
I know people myself included that just don't know who they are anymore. It just seems like people like me only find some clarity on ourselves not every little detail.
I am lost right now. I have no idea what to do after high school but I am trying to ush through it as much as possible. The only thing I know I am good at is escritura but that won't take me too far in life.
I wouldn't mind any opinions anyone has on this articulo and there will be más writings like this. In fact i would really enjoy hearing what people ahve to say about this. I would like to see más people out there like me.
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good día sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my libros to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good día sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my libros to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my corazón is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look adelante, hacia adelante to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my corazón is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look adelante, hacia adelante to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.