My Life

Is my life really my life? Is my body really my body? Is this pain really all my pain? Am I living right now? Does it really matter? You don't know me. You might think I look like a nerdy kid with freckles everywhere and braces. No, you don't know me one single bit. I am brown, I live in Georgia, I am Mexican. I'm tall enough to reach on top of the fridge. I have lived for 16 years. I'm a teenager. I feel I have live for a long time. My name? Jimmy Rhomberg. Is my name really my name? Or was it meant for someone else? My father gave it to me. Not the father I have now. He is.. nothing of me. My dad named me after a toilet, well that's what I think. What else should I tell you of myself? School? Anti-school was the usual, boring and just..not exciting. Anti-school? What is that? It's the same as saying school but I call it Anti-school since they don't really teach you anything. I have wasted so much time in school, I think it's better to not be in there since I don't learn anything at all. Are you judging me right now? You don't know me. You might think I look like a nerdy kid with freckles everywhere and braces. No, you don't know me one single bit.

My mother doesn't know me much. Why? Because she leaves for work early and comes back late at night. She thinks she knows me, just because I'm her son, no. When she comes home early at times, she always ask me how things are in school, home and myself. When she asks me how I'm doing, I always tell her everything is ok. Why does she always have to leave me with the man at home? She makes the living in the house, if I could really call it a home. She leaves me with the man that treats me bad and never tells me anything nice. He barely works and when he does go to work he comes back in the midnight. He makes weird trips because he comes back late at night and always goes at night. My mother wants me to accept him as my father but no one will ever take the place of my father. I actually don't know my father much since he has left me. He left me when I was 7. My mother wouldn't tell me anything about him but that he as a bad man. I don't think he was a really bad man. I have a feeling he was never a bad man.

I really don't think my life is really my life. Why? Because It's just that a life would be enjoying life. I don't enjoy a single bit. I just enjoy my life when I'm in school. Why just in school? Because I get to see the most beautiful girl in the world. Yes, cheesy but I really can't see another girl like that. She has dark brown curly hair, her eyes are bright whenever she is in the sun, her face is just like looking at a beautiful portrait, and her smile is so bright I get lost in them. That is the only part of my life I really enjoy. She always makes feel in the clouds whenever I see her. What's her name? Daisy Garcia. Great name for a beautiful person. I barely have friends. Why? Because I don't talk much and when I have friends either they don't respect me for who I am or they are just backstabbers. My real friends are close to me and think they know me, too. They don't know a single think about me. They think they are so close they are my best-friends. I have no best-friends. In my whole entire life I had one best-friend. I have no life. You think you might know me. You don't know me. You might think I look like a nerdy kid with freckles everywhere and braces. No, you don't know me one single bit.