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But I wanted the money, and the social status of being with them. I never could shake the feeling that I was humbugging. I was mean to people who were help at every turn of my life. I mean, even now I am in isolation and need a lot of help. It isnt laziness. Is it just that I dont want people to know how bad I really am? Realistically, I have nothin. The good people of my life tried to help. They were in love with me and I probably could not have made a good friend out of anyone, so I never really let anyone in, or had anyone in, although I probably thought of myself as a good friend. But, no one loved me. Everything I craved was denied to me. We all end up alone, but at least its not with my parents, brother and and sisters that I am forced to live with. So what is my problem? What do I really want? Do I think people love me? I know I dont like the way I feel. Am I not able to stop doing the things I do and I dont think that is normal. I feel like I am on the outside looking in at the world. I have been on my own for a long time, so I know how to survive and how to live. I just cant let go.
And there it was. A dark, smoky room. No furniture. There was a single table like a pedestal with a chair behind it, and a cot beside it. On the wall were hung some pictures. They were of a girl, rather pretty and young. I walked up to the table and looked at it. The girl on the table was another of me, in childhood, picking flowers. I wanted the vase, to take with me, to remember my mother.
I zipped up the bag that contained the script, printed off the sheet, and placed the bag inside my suitcase. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and shoved it under the chair. I trolled through and printed a few more papers, and placed them inside the bag too. I lifted it to gather myself up, and noticed the faint, toasty smell of the glue bag. I closed the suitcase and turned around.
I am now 11 years old, and used to be the best at everything, but now the best tennis player in the land was thrown out of the sport when she tried to give the ball to a boy from a different school. This what life is like now. My mother now looks after me because my father has left me. d2c66b5586