Ok it's my first blog, I'm a li'l bit nervous right now as you read this,
Hi, I'm Albert Castro , Age - 18 right now at this 1st blog, I decided to make a blog in my 18th birthday, why? I feel somehow to share what my experience this past 6 years I guess, nobody knew what happened when they are babies and hardly remember their childhood activities right, As I start to blog I've already prepared my Ideas but i can hardly put it into words, I'm starting tomorrow as I blog how my life was lifted up to such cruel things that messed me up. Sorry if somehow I make you feel weird as you read this, but thanks
Here it goes, when 1st year highschool comes, I already knew it I am a cast out in the class, everybody is chatting with each other about their past grade school everybody is enjoying their self, but I feel like I was like I'm in a well without water, and a light that hardly reach me, I guess I was to booooring to chat with.. so I just make myself comfortable as I draw anything in the back of my notebook.
By the time I went home, I did again childish things like make fun of my sisters, cousins and etc. being a naughty person in the house, it's more likely I was left out in the class so I make myself visible in the house. As I sleep, I don't know why my tears just keep coming, And I ask myself, "Is this sadness what they say, what I see on the Tv, what I read in books and what I heard in persons that I faced everyday" then of course, I never realized I slept.
thanks for reading the next is yet to come :)
Hi, I'm Albert Castro , Age - 18 right now at this 1st blog, I decided to make a blog in my 18th birthday, why? I feel somehow to share what my experience this past 6 years I guess, nobody knew what happened when they are babies and hardly remember their childhood activities right, As I start to blog I've already prepared my Ideas but i can hardly put it into words, I'm starting tomorrow as I blog how my life was lifted up to such cruel things that messed me up. Sorry if somehow I make you feel weird as you read this, but thanks
Here it goes, when 1st year highschool comes, I already knew it I am a cast out in the class, everybody is chatting with each other about their past grade school everybody is enjoying their self, but I feel like I was like I'm in a well without water, and a light that hardly reach me, I guess I was to booooring to chat with.. so I just make myself comfortable as I draw anything in the back of my notebook.
By the time I went home, I did again childish things like make fun of my sisters, cousins and etc. being a naughty person in the house, it's more likely I was left out in the class so I make myself visible in the house. As I sleep, I don't know why my tears just keep coming, And I ask myself, "Is this sadness what they say, what I see on the Tv, what I read in books and what I heard in persons that I faced everyday" then of course, I never realized I slept.
thanks for reading the next is yet to come :)
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