Broken Paws

Broken Paws

  • Submitted By: jhern
  • Date Submitted: 10/09/2013 2:32 AM
  • Category: English
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I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, school, take my older dog out, homework, walk home, and then play with my dog around until I go to bed. Sometimes I'll hang with my few friends, If I had any. I keep on saying to myself “I'll just play video games” or watch Tv. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: Sometimes I could temporarily savage a friendship without being totally awkward, or finding a dollar on the ground, or waiting in front of GameStop for a mid-night release of some useless game that will use most of my time I have on this planet. You might say to yourself what about the gospel? Well I wasn’t able to make friends there so I had little to no reason attending church, which had lead to me being inactive.

As lonely life style was this gave me time to think a lot thinking about was just why? Why I was out of all many people have no friends regardless of getting out there and break through the barrel that blocks me from having a wonderful successful life? Or why do I have to studder and smatter? Every dang word, this causes me to stay awake at nights crying. Not only that but being label as a retard and special really toke a tool on me mental health too.

firstly what keeps me table was my third furry pal, blackie had him ever since he was a pup. he will always greets me smiling wagging his tail ready to play, ever since he was a little pup I’ll always tuck him in cozy as I held him. He was my little cuddle buddy or a “teddy bear”. As we booth ran out of energy nap on the couch. Years past and after many unfortunate finical issues me and my family were forced to move to a small crappy apartment behind a mall. Currently still living also settling in wasn’t all that easy, sure we did move and we already know the same routine boxes to be unpack, lifting you know all that fun stuff! The worst of it all is that we have to wait for...

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