Dear Hope,
No one truly understands who I am, not even my own parents. My parents don't really pay attention to me, they care more about whats on T.V. then what's going on my life. When it comes to my personal life, it's not the best, I can't say I have a good life, but before you tell me "There are kids in Africa that have it alot worse then you do", I want you to know that for my personal situations are not in the best condition.
I don't know where to start, should I start at the shitty school I graduated from or all the shitty jobs I had to work in the past 3 or 4 years? I grew up in New York and moved to North Carolina just in time for 8th grade and all 4 years of high-school. Just like any other average kid making a big move like I did, I was the oddball of the school, the outcast, the freak. I only made a handful of friends, which are friends long gone from now. My first job was at a bowling alley on my senior or junior year of high-school, it was an alright job, I was mainly by myself, which I like in a job.
It would take too long to tell you all the jobs I have had but they were all the same, I truly hated the people I had to work with and I quit. Up until now I have applied to atleast 25 places in the past month and lost my summer job for no fucking reason. That's all you need to know about my job situation right now.
As for anything else, I have two tattoos and designing a third to get done when I get the money. I got a portrait of the dog I had growing up from New York, I considered Him my only true friend in which he never judged me, and I always wanted him to be with me and now he will.
And to be honest, I felt kind of good writing this, it would take a very, very, very, very long time to write everything on my mind or about my life, oh yeah, incase you were wondering, I have one friend, who understands me, I knew him since highschool. One more thing, just incase you were wondering about my family again, I have one brother, who I truly hate and I wish he was dead, he has made my life a living Hell in ways you would not understand. I also have one sister, I don't enjoy her company either, I'm a very private person and thats why I'd rather have a job where I can work by myself.
I'm sorry for any sort of emotional or reading inconvenience, sincerely
Anthony
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Hey Anthony
As an older man I'm not about to give you any advice on what to do, how to live your life or whether or not you should get some help but and with one exception. Write it all down and keep writing whether you do it for practice or to end up with a noval some day. The essence of writing and allowing "us", to read it is a brave thing and the more people that write the braver we all get.
Good luck and thanks for letting me read about your life. PS, knowing that there are kids in Africa who are worse off than you isn't helpful towards change if thats what one is looking for. We can't know whho bad it is in Africa unless we experience it ourselves and end up as one of those kids so the comparison that people may give isn't helpful to anyone. -
dear anthony,
i am too young to understand jobs. but i can tell you in the aspect of staying to yourself-we are slightly alike. but i have a sort of preference for people i suppose-there are times when i would die if i were around them. and times id die if i didnt have company.
i am going into my tenth grade year just next month, and i have a lot of acquaintances. and-i dont know how many friends. i cant sincerely tell you i care who are my friends or not-i am cold hearted. as long as i think i have that one friend then im fine. but the truth is-the word means nothing to me now.
there are kinds in africa who have it worse then me and you-but while there are hundreds of people helping them and just as many going "aww, those poor kids", there are none to comfort those such as you and me. and its sad, almost selfish, but its life.
there was no inconvenience in reading this. thank-you for taking your time to write me this.
sincerely,
ivy
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