I realize that there’s a lot I’ve learned about myself, and how people are. The reality of how the real world is. It’s hard. It’s chaotic. It’s true that nothing ever comes easy. I’m seventeen years old, and I can say I’ve been hurt. Quite a lot. I’ve loved, I have been loved, and I went through a kind of lifestyle most kids my age don’t get to live through. And see, it’s shaped me to be the person I am. Most people complain. Most people argue and they fight for the wrong reasons. See, I have strict traditional parents. I have my values, and I have faith in God. I was taught that no matter what accomplishments I have, it’s not for anybody else but myself. The punishments and the consequences I received was to shape up my life for the best. That quality in work is better than quantity. That great characteristics gets you far in the real world compared to being smart on paper. And I get that completely. Growing up, it wasn’t easy. Especially at such a young age. See, I’m different. I grew up differently from the rest of the people I know. The life I have in my head is far different from the life I have to live. I don’t show people everything about me. They have to earn it. I don’t just let people in my life in a snap. I show them bits and pieces up until the point where I can fully trust them.
