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I had written another speech, a nice, happy, inspirational speech. An approved speech. But it was lie. That’s what people want a lie. The truth is harsh and not always pretty. But lies can be pretty little things all wrapped up with a nice big red bow on them. That’s not my life; that’s not how I got here.

I got here when I fled my mother’s house and ended up at my father’s house. My sanctuary, my second chance, I was going to be a happy kid. My childhood was going to be saved. I was dead wrong. My mother was cruel, my father was a drunk. I had nowhere left to run to; I turned to my family. It was a big mistake, I was called a liar. I brought them proof he was a drunk; they promised to help. They never did; they still drank with him when they came over, the only thing that changed was they now lectured me “saying I had to love him and accept it.” They basically were acting like it was my problem not his. And that was that; I was alone. It almost killed me, death was starting to look like a good option, but I found another. I cut him off; I stopped trusting the monster; I stopped letting the monster in.

That’s how I became the one in the wrong. I made the decision to save my life and I was punished for that decision. I became the horrible person and no blame was placed on the person who had a hand in turning me into this. I am almost twenty-two, I have lost all faith in humanity; I trust no one, and I most likely never will again. I have been kicked in the teeth, stabbed in the back, and left alone to die. But to everyone’s great disappointment I still live.

And now I stand here, empty and alone, but alive. I may never know love. No one may ever care for me. I might not have family or true friends, but I have my life. It may not be a peaceful, happy life, filled with love and joy, but it’s a life to live. So damn the world, damn those that rejected me. Damn the people who made me feel completely unwanted, completely worthless, and lower than dirt. I survived all this time without love, with the consistent feeling of loneliness I can go another twenty-two years with just me, myself, and I.

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I had written another speech, a nice, happy, inspirational speech. An approved speech. But it was lie. That’s what people want a lie. The truth is harsh and not always pretty. But lies can be pretty little things all wrapped up with a nice big red bow on them. That’s not my life; that’s not how I got here.

I got here when I fled my mother’s house and ended up at my father’s house. My sanctuary, my second chance, I was going to be a happy kid. My childhood was going to be saved. I was dead wrong. My mother was cruel, my father was a drunk. I had nowhere left to run to; I turned to my family. It was a big mistake, I was called a liar. I brought them proof he was a drunk; they promised to help. They never did; they still drank with him when they came over, the only thing that changed was they now lectured me “saying I had to love him and accept it.” They basically were acting like it was my problem not his. And that was that; I was alone. It almost killed me, death was starting to look like a good option, but I found another. I cut him off; I stopped trusting the monster; I stopped letting the monster in.

That’s how I became the one in the wrong. I made the decision to save my life and I was punished for that decision. I became the horrible person and no blame was placed on the person who had a hand in turning me into this. I am almost twenty-two, I have lost all faith in humanity; I trust no one, and I most likely never will again. I have been kicked in the teeth, stabbed in the back, and left alone to die. But to everyone’s great disappointment I still live.

And now I stand here, empty and alone, but alive. I may never know love. No one may ever care for me. I might not have family or true friends, but I have my life. It may not be a peaceful, happy life, filled with love and joy, but it’s a life to live. So damn the world, damn those that rejected me. Damn the people who made me feel completely unwanted, completely worthless, and lower than dirt. I survived all this time without love, with the consistent feeling of loneliness I can go another twenty-two years with just me, myself, and I.