Commitment
So
you wanna know me? I’m an unwanted, misunderstood, unloved, unusual person. If
you think you have had a bad life, you’re like the one piece of grass that gets
into the bale of hay. I’ve been betrayed, beaten, lied to, molested, robbed,
and had my possessions broken by the very friends and peers who were supposed
to protect me.
I’ve been made fun of for hanging out with gay
people and even made fun of and bullied because I’m such an emotional person,
or what everyone else calls "gay". I’ve stared death in the face more
than 15 times and lived. I’ve had my entire high school and church, including
teachers and adults, turn against me and try to get me kicked out. I once had
to change schools cause of it.
I
have dealt with identity theft, and gone to hell and dug my way back. I took
the things that hurt me, the things I’ve seen, the pain and heartbreak that I
have suffered, and I have used it to better my life. It is the foundation of
who I am. I became a musician, an artist, an actor, a writer, the owner of a
website. I only wish that I could get a band together.
I
want to get the fame I deserve so I can finally get my message out. I want
people to know that just because your life isn’t going the way you wanted or
expected, it doesn’t mean that it’s over. I want the world to know that even
when they feel lower than an angel in hell, you can always find hope in others
who have suffered the same.
I want to prove to the world that fame and
fortune don’t change a person. I want the world to know that money is not
important. That expensive possessions are pointless to own. It all goes away
when you die. If anyone deserves a second chance, it’s me. me, and everyone I’ve
met.
All
these girls who are mistreated, all those nice guys who never got a chance, and
all those people who are suffering and alone. I just want to help the world be
a better place. Why do innocent people have to suffer for the pain of others? I
love to no end and will never betray. If you choose me, you better be ready for
commitment.
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