Personal Narrative

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My birthday falls on a Thursday every year. Its February the twenty eighth and the the year I was born was 1991. As I grew older I had many experiences but there is just one that really stands out. No matter what happens to me I will never forget when I was a little boy at Star Child Daycare. That day or morning I was left behind at my day care. Crying and scared, I have never felt that feeling since but the feelings I had after couldn’t compare to my little heart beat and my small brain telling me I was going to die. I was taught how to use a phone and tried calling 911 but I was crying to hard. That time my knoweledege left me in shambles. I can remember the day like it was yesterday. And I to could have been a missing victim of my family. …show more content…
I was rescued by a family that knows my family and that took me home. I cried every morning when my mom or one of my family members would drop me off in the morning. This memory has done my mind wrong. It has done all the damage it was going to do. But now I haft to deal with my mom and I don’t really haft to deal with her. I had a job and quit my job all because the world is not right and I hate being a part of it. I don’t care about anyone’s feelings anymore. I am no longer going to act like mommies little toy. She tried and still is trying to control my life. But from now on everyone can kiss it. Sometimes I feel like my life is ruined. I would be better off just ignoring everyone like my brain is telling me too. Although I tend to need them because I don’t have everything I need. I just can’t believe I had a job and quit. Jesus really needs to come back. I feel like the devil is just trying me for …show more content…
What I am saying is I don’t get enough attention. Someone told me that I need to put myself out there a little more because I am to quiet and I have a shield up and I think they can see me. I really would not want to get hurt being through everything I been going through. Some kind of block me in phobia real talk. But the friend I was mentioning that explained to me why my life is so boring attends to my school. Which is really true I can block everyone out and I can put up this magnetic shield only because of what I been through. Since it started so early in my life I have control over my tiny situation. I called it tiny because I have bigger issues to deal with in my life and even though people tell me this, give me that I still need to love myself. Wondering out that day care center that morning and seeing and feeling how I felt. I’ve been looking for love. Someone to care about me and look out for