Professor Mr. Mikey
Something You Should Know About Me
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Who am I? What have I become? A druggie, a pervert, and a loser? Who am I destined to be? A teacher, an athlete, or possibly, a scientist? Oh but you see, those opportunities are way too farfetched for a dirty and sick guy like me. To be honest, I don't think I will even live long enough for those kinds of opportunities. Could it be that I am insane? Could it be that I am just craving for attention? But, there is absolutely nobody in my sight to share the attention with anymore. Not even my parents, my dad is in Texas and my mom is always too stressed to even look at me anymore. My family is looking up to me to do a well job in life, just so they can feel better about their mistakes. Why is everyone on this planet such hypocrites? I want to be social in this world, but when everyone deciets one another, the word trust fades away from my dictionary. I can't even trust myself anymore for the choices I've made, which resulted in a poorly predicted outcome. I know now, that I'm destined to either be alone for eternity, or dead.
I smoke the cigarette down to it's prime, so hopefully I won't end up cutting myself or trying to committ suicide again. But, as the smoke gradually passes through my lungs, I can only pray that it's killing me slowly as I progress. Day in and day out, I look in the mirror wondering why that beastly man is still alive. Every morning, I wake up ashamed that I hadn't died in my sleep. Your life may be a nightmare, but I am the pill that puts you to sleep so you can imagine that nightmare. Everything I do only inflicts pain and causes harm to the innocent people who want to help me. But, I do not let them help me because I do not even deserve the treatment in the first place. The only treatment I deserve is a free massage from Satan himself. I know, the past is the past but you cannot hide from it, the aftermath's effects are dangerously magical. The past I've created once upon a time ago, makes me want to live in a future where I should not be allowed to exist anymore. I am nonsense, so don't bother saying my name.
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