What a Life

What a Life
 

From my secondary school days still this moment, everyone has always commented on my babyish behavior. I thought I was being insulted or thought of as immature and several other thoughts rang in my head. But my mum made me aware of how I do things innocently, how I talk most things and many other situations. So when ever such is being said to me, I don’t feel bad about it neither do I get angry.

But moving from my father’s house to school hostel my whole life changed. My innocent self was taken advantage of and my young age has being looked down on. I even tried to be quiet when I’m being attacked and receive all insult, but they wouldn’t still let me be. Staying in the hostel is my first time out of my father’s house all alone.

I have nothing that would make me proud, I’m a person that can’t stand it if you the me, that’s why I even apologize when I’m not at fault. I HAD THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UGLY. I handled the Good and the Bad well, but the Ugly is over my control.

I’m just a student, a full time student; I don’t have any part-time job. My parents work hard to provide for my needs, not up to three months they got me a laptop, they want the best for me as every parent, so they got me the best Hp Corel i3, and I just couldn’t thank them enough. But on the 12^th February 2014, a certain person took advantage foolishness with help from an insider, entered my room and stole my laptop.

Being an ulcer patient, I couldn’t still eat. This person made me think of several fastest ways to die; I thought of drowning, thought of overdosing myself with cimetidine, and many other unimaginable things. I’d like to say a lot of bad curses to you, but I want you to remember all in all “every day is for the thief one day is for the owner”

I thank God for he is my strength, I’m blessed, and these are just material things, no matter what happens all is vanity. I will always win, I win.