hello fellow........ whatever you call yourselves. hi. i am sitting in front of this damb computer everyday now. i have lost my life. i am so tired of living in this white trash, redneck, no horse town. this place sucks. if it wasnt for the fact that i can play pool at the hall for free, id leave. that and i have no money, or job, or even a solid place to stay. this is my brothers computer. i have to travel 10 miles to type this down,,,,,,,,,,,,,so nobody will read it.
alas, the days of me having friends is gone, gone, and for the lack of a better word, dead.
let me explain. ten years ago, i moved to a place called san jose. lived in a nice, big city. i was forced to live on a horse ranch. it was 30 miles from civilization. i love horses and everything, but i prefer human contact. you can only speak to animals for so long before you get sent to a nut house. i spent 2.5 years on that ranch. then it was moving time. yay. it was another damb ranch.
stay with me here. it gets good in a second.
so, at 13 years old, i was forced to live in the garlic capitol of the world. gilroy, california.
let me mention that while garlic is one of my favorite additives to food, IT SUCKS ALL THE TIME. smell it when i wake. smell it when i sleep. glad im not a vampire.
here comes the good part.
at the time, i was 16. my father was being a total ass. my fiance (yes. we were in love, so shut up) had passed away in a car accident. i was having mental problems. (at least, thats what my imaginary friend was telling me) and i was having a few problems at school. one day, while at school, this stupid, dumbass girl behind me in class was being a total bitch. she was smacking me in the back of the head and calling me shit. now, i wouldnt care, but at the time the anguish of all that i had endured was so massive, i snapped.
i stood up, looked strait at her, and at the top of my lungs yelled "its people like you that make this world a shitty place. i cant stand it. im gonna go shoot myself in the head, and when they find my dead body in my room, and anounce it on the news, you know who to blame."
right then, i stormed out of the room, and walked home. i walked for thirty miles. as soon as i got home, i noticed my father, standing on the porch. his exact words were "call your mother. im not gonna deal with you anymore."
the school must have called him ahead of time.
well, i moved to this small town. did some part-time work for family and the such to help mom with what i could. before i graduated highschool, i had a job at the local McDonalds (thats right, wanna make somthing of it?)
one day, this familiar girl is in line. i couldnt place her. when she got to the front, she looked at my nametag, then looked at my face, and asked me what my last name was. when i told her, her eyes lit up, and she jumped over the counter yelling "your not dead! your not dead!"
that made my day.
when i got my break, we sat down and she told me how the whole school thought that i actually killed myself. i wasnt going to, but they didnt know that. i left the school the day i yelled in class. she is the only person that i knew in gilroy that ive heard from since. she sat next to me in my spanish class. she was one of my only friends in that god-forsaken place.
now, if anyone actually read this, i thank you for taking a look into my boring life.
alas, the days of me having friends is gone, gone, and for the lack of a better word, dead.
let me explain. ten years ago, i moved to a place called san jose. lived in a nice, big city. i was forced to live on a horse ranch. it was 30 miles from civilization. i love horses and everything, but i prefer human contact. you can only speak to animals for so long before you get sent to a nut house. i spent 2.5 years on that ranch. then it was moving time. yay. it was another damb ranch.
stay with me here. it gets good in a second.
so, at 13 years old, i was forced to live in the garlic capitol of the world. gilroy, california.
let me mention that while garlic is one of my favorite additives to food, IT SUCKS ALL THE TIME. smell it when i wake. smell it when i sleep. glad im not a vampire.
here comes the good part.
at the time, i was 16. my father was being a total ass. my fiance (yes. we were in love, so shut up) had passed away in a car accident. i was having mental problems. (at least, thats what my imaginary friend was telling me) and i was having a few problems at school. one day, while at school, this stupid, dumbass girl behind me in class was being a total bitch. she was smacking me in the back of the head and calling me shit. now, i wouldnt care, but at the time the anguish of all that i had endured was so massive, i snapped.
i stood up, looked strait at her, and at the top of my lungs yelled "its people like you that make this world a shitty place. i cant stand it. im gonna go shoot myself in the head, and when they find my dead body in my room, and anounce it on the news, you know who to blame."
right then, i stormed out of the room, and walked home. i walked for thirty miles. as soon as i got home, i noticed my father, standing on the porch. his exact words were "call your mother. im not gonna deal with you anymore."
the school must have called him ahead of time.
well, i moved to this small town. did some part-time work for family and the such to help mom with what i could. before i graduated highschool, i had a job at the local McDonalds (thats right, wanna make somthing of it?)
one day, this familiar girl is in line. i couldnt place her. when she got to the front, she looked at my nametag, then looked at my face, and asked me what my last name was. when i told her, her eyes lit up, and she jumped over the counter yelling "your not dead! your not dead!"
that made my day.
when i got my break, we sat down and she told me how the whole school thought that i actually killed myself. i wasnt going to, but they didnt know that. i left the school the day i yelled in class. she is the only person that i knew in gilroy that ive heard from since. she sat next to me in my spanish class. she was one of my only friends in that god-forsaken place.
now, if anyone actually read this, i thank you for taking a look into my boring life.
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I graduated there in 2000 with Moki here....