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Odd Story that I Wrote

It started off as just a game. We had fun, played around, and made jokes. Just like every normal teenager would. Things were getting more intense though. We were being more rough. Started being plain mean. It certainly wasn't a game anymore. I started realizing what was happening when I began loosing good friends. Friends that I have had all my life. I had changed, and not for the best either. Thery didn't like what was happening. Somehow, I don't blame them either. Well, I did back then. It seemed too late for me. It just wasn't like I could just convert back. I had perople expecting things out of me. People in which if I had said "No" to, they might have killed me. I felt...lost, trapt, but most of all, sad. I didn't know what to do, so I just went along with everything, as I had done for so long. Soon after all of my friends had left me, my home life began to deteriate. I was back-talking a lot, refused to do any work. I was rebeling for no reason. My parents couldn't take anymore of me, nor my dirty attitude. So they kicked me out onto the streets. I had no money, no place to stay. I tried to get a job, but because of my gae, and criminal backround..it was nearly impossiable to find work. I reverted to dealing drugs, and prostitution. After about a month I realized that I had messed up my life. I had dropped out of school, gotten a permenant criminal backround, and lost my family. I had no idea where to go from there. Winter was the hardest and most difficult time of year to survive. The Alaskan winters were ratehr cold. I had only a worn out, thin wind jacket to wear. I stayed in a n old abandond warehouse at which I started fires in to stay warm. I kept getting sick, my immune system was weka from the drugs, and malnutrition. Living wan't easy, and I wanted to just die often. Somehow I stayed alive though. Took my life hour by hour. I choose to live it to the fullest, for I had no idea how much time I actually had left. After about two years things became easier. I had learned the ropes. I was quite used to being homeless. I realised that in some aspects, it was better than having a home. No bills to pay, no other people to worry about, nothing to maintain but yourself. I made enough money to feed and cloth myself, and I went to the local indoor pool to take showeres in their showering areas. It wasn't all bright and sunny though. I missed my friends, I was bored all the time, and was greatly depressed. There were many nights that I wou8ld just waste away time and think in an onld graveyard. I would sit there and cry, and just have complete mental breakdowns. Most say that mental breakdowns are not a good thing. I quickly learned that they could do more good than ever imaginable.

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