The Life of a Young Hispanic Man

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I love my town (not really) but I am very eager to leave and explore the world, I don’t plan on coming back anytime soon; there’s not much left for me to do and I just can’t be here anymore, I’ve outgrown most of my friends and it’s time to move on. I’m not happy with the life I have lived so far, but I pray God will be with me wherever I go and I can continue this crazy journey we call life; and to be honest I really don’t have anything here. All I see are fake people, traitors, liars, back stabbers, and deceivers. I will miss my family who did everything they could to raise me the way I am, I’m gonna miss some close friends I met: but other than that, I don’t feel at home here anymore, there’s no one I can trust or talk to entirely; it’s time to meet new people and build new relationships. I am not happy with the person I have become due to the events and people who have come across my life, this decision is for the better and I just hope the people I love will always remember me. This is the realist shit I have ever written.

Even if we had everything we wanted, it still wouldn’t be enough.

Life is such an emotional rollercoaster, one day you’re at the top of the world; the next day you’re struggling to hold on.