I'm currently hiding myself from the light and going into the darkness. I lived in the darkness ever since my mother died and I don't know what to do. My father, Eric, has done nothing, but he began to drink and abuse me. He acted differently ever since my mother died. As I grew older, I would cry and scream realizing that I won't have a normal life. I have no friends. I've been lonely. Living in a dark world where my thoughts wondered, I couldn't trust anyone. I've been called an outside ever since middle school. I've been bullied and thrown away. Everyone has betrayed me and no one has talked to me since. Now that high school has started, I've been the same. Dark, depressed, and mysterious. No one could understand my pain. I couldn't see the light. I've found darkness. I have no friends or family, no love nor happiness. All I could see was pain, the pain of my past. My mother, my father the love that disappeared. What happened to me? I didn't have these things in life anymore.
My life was taking a turn. I look at myself in the mirror and see nothing, but hatred. I saw nothing in my life. Do I really belong here? Why was I born in the beginning knowing my life was a complete disaster? My heart breaks into pieces as I look at myself. I have nothing. I was completely empty. It was almost time for me Now, I look in my heart for something I wanted, but I tried. Nothing was there. I see water the darkness emptiness My life is a complete disaster. My life was empty.closed.painful.gone. Now, let me tell you what happened to me 3 weeks ago before it's too late.
November 7, 2013.
Today is the six year anniversary of my mother's death. Dark clouds watched me. I came up the hill and looked at the town. All those people don't care about one person. They're all selfish, rude, and heartless. I turn around and I look down at her grave and begin to cry. "I miss you so much mother Thank you for always watching me these past years and please continue to help me with all the trouble these people have given me.
"My devotion has made me a witch, and because of that I am hateful to my children.... "The Glass Menagerie: From Story to Play." ... Rpt. in Short Story Criticism. ... " 4) Amanda Wingfield "I worry so much, don't sleep, it all makes me so nervous.... " 3) Amanda Wingfield "My devotion has made me a which, and because of that I am hateful to my children....
Amanda: I WON"T ALLOW SUCH FILTH BROUGHT INTO MY HOUSE! ... I think I have made that suggestion more that once. ... "Tom: I am the narrator of the play, and also a character in it." (scene 1) Throughout he play, Tom stops playing a character and plays the narrator for a short while. Tom ends up as the main protagonist because the story is his story. ...
I couldn't imagine where I would put all the many books I own without it, but I also couldn't see how we were going to get it into the van. ... I write stuff down because I need to get it out. ... These stories of people, places, and events of my life are the things that needed to come out, needed to be unpacked. I've used writing to help me bring them out, to help me unpack them and here they are on these pages, because they are the stories I've carried with me. ... I finally found people I felt like I could truly relate with. ...
I. ... While I do not disagree with her theory, I am focusing my project on the cultures in the United States. ... Though I cannot cover every story broke in the US, I have researched a couple of topics important to me, as I personally am from a strong cultural background - Indian - Hindu born in Hong Kong. ... A girl Amanda Bates, 13, died in her home of complications of untreated diabetes, infection was obvious in her toes. ... In this case I think, it is all right to use corporal punishment on a misbehaving child. ...
