[B]This is a story of mine[B]
Dreams in the night. I was born some time ago in a place far from ware i live now.
i cant clame to have a bad childhood and i never will.I fill that all
thing in life that happen do so as a consaqince an reaction of the
choices we have made in are lives.
When i was little i was alone most the time not that i was nagleted
or unwonted i just dident care to be around others.l cared for peaple
such as famly and freands,but i never ganed the abilty to love some one.
I had no proble leting peaple go and it angered me that others could
fill so heart by the lose of a nother. thes peaple would cry for the death
of others thay didint even know.Seeing that i was not the same as
the peaple around me. I began to act as tho i was one of them.
For each person i ment i put on a new face and ganed there
trust.I began to realize that i could use peaple to get the thing that i
wanted.Not personal iteams but filings.thro them i could see fear and
sadness,joy and happynesss.
And these peaple come to me for advice, becuse thay think i under
stand them.So i do i give them the advice that thay would give them
selfs, and thay thank me for it . for telling them what in the back of
thare mind all ready know.
But yet i fill lost i do not know how i am or what im here for .
i baleave in no god or fate,but yet i still search for a reason to
be.I have left all those how think thay now of me .to find my self
and yet how do u find what was never thare.Ive tryed to love and
in the end i fill nothing.
So how dos a story with no won in it end.It ends in a dark place
far from whare most would call home.I am alone by choice and yet
have no choice at all.