A Boy, Not Understood And Accepted By The World!

The Story

Hello, everyone! (The story is too long, sincere and deep. Not recommended for people with weak hearts, empty stomachs and heartlessness! I'm not writing this for the first time here, I hope it's not the last. I'm a boy, I wouldn't say that I am normal, compared to others around me (my peers). At the age of 15, thank God, I have a family, living healthy parents, but I do not know why I do not have siblings.: D: D I'm studying, I'm in 9th grade, I wouldn't say my grades are good, but it's better than nothing! Maybe it's not just me, but a number of other factors as well. Find out what I mean. if my story is approved, which I very much hope you will notice, the story you are currently reading is quite long. In this story I will tell you about my life, my childhood, friends, school, relatives, unrequited love, beliefs, beliefs, a boy who can't fit anywhere, who is looking for, but doesn't know if he will find, and everything the rest that surrounds me or (him). From the very beginning, I want to tell you that I am of Roma origin. (I don't know what questions and answers are going through your mind at the moment ...)

But I hope the other person reading this story is not some complex racist. I've heard enough insults from all sorts of people, at least don't act here! That's how you found out I was ... "BARBECUE" and for that reason, if the story is approved at all, you can easily tease me and poison the page, or give back and read someone else's problem. It's not my problem, it's just schizophrenia! Or I don't know, no matter how you explain it, I agree! I don't know where to start ... I live in a small town. As I said before, for some people (for everyone around me) I am not normal. For ours I am not poisoned enough, for my friends I am not cool and attractive enough ... Abe I will start from the beginning ... As a child I was very ill, many hospitals, a doctor and I ... the eternal patient. It happened as it happened for some reason I had to be admitted to a hospital in Sofia permanently alone. In a situation where I had been to any hospital until then, I always got up with my mother. I was then about 11-12 years old. For better or worse, I forgot some things (already). Others do not. I remember that I didn't get up for very long. Now I think so, but then those three months seemed like an eternity. There, one of the bigger poop in the hospital bothered me a lot. He always took it from me for dinner. I remember one night, for some reason, the only thing we were given for dinner was something like a gerbeck, only it wasn't from the usual circle, it was straight. Almost like salami, only a little fuller on the sides, otherwise it was just that long. I remember tearing it from my crotch, or whatever it was, half for myself. It can be said that I was subjected not only to physical but also to mental harassment. I was systematically abused by her. She was at least 16-17 years old.

There was no one to share with because I was thinking, and they probably wouldn't believe me. Ours from the countryside came to visit as often as possible. And I didn't share it with ours, I looked as cheerful and positive as possible to pretend in front of them. Harassment was enough for me, I didn't want to bother them either! But on the other hand, the doctors and nurses were as fair to everyone as possible. At least they have nothing to complain about. They were on shifts. With some of them we were closer, with others - not so much. Anyway. After those three months, my mother and grandmother came to call me. For at least a week, I couldn't believe I was home. At any moment, I expected to wake up and see the faces I had seen for three months again. As you can guess, this stage passed somehow. Then I went to school again. Fortunately, although there were almost a month and a half until the big vacation, I managed to cope. I don't know why I don't have many memories after that.

I remember how basically some students were smarter than others. Some more aggressive than others. Fortunately, I wasn't one of the smartest in the class, let alone aggressive. I remember how those years passed just like that. And now the aggressive ones in the class haven't changed. But on the other hand, the smart girls in the class don't seem to be very different from the others in the neighborhood, in general, from the ordinary man in my circle. I will not talk much about my beliefs, beliefs and religion, because I do not want to swell you. I will only tell you that the true church is the one that differs the most from the ordinary, the most different from it. The one that does not allow you many of the permissible things. Namely - the Biblical. Anyway, our pastor organizes trips all the time. I'll tell you something I'm sure will intrigue you that you haven't heard of, something you've certainly never heard of! ... In our neighborhood, and not only, in my circles in general, but this is also something ordinary and common. For the day of spring, March 22, a crowned evening is held in my circles. Every single person I mean who is not married and is 13-14 years old gathers with their party/group of friends. Each boy and girl buys clothes individually according to the capabilities of his family.

Accordingly, everyone is with his lady/gentleman. And there the devil does what he wants. Lots of alcohol, cigarettes, even drugs. Without the supervision of their families, they are free to do whatever they want, with whomever they want. Of course not without the consent of the partner. I don't know how you, the Bulgarians, celebrate it, but we "GRILLS" do it like that;) And they do it, every year on this day our Pastor Elijah, arrange travel, bus, not less than 50-60 passengers. Of course, if there are more people willing to come with us, the pastor hires a bigger bus, but there are no people willing to come with more than 50-60 people. So, we are visiting somewhere in the country, and not only, only and only we are not there at this moment, and because the main thing happens after 20:00 h. we sleep two or three nights with brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus. And every year is exciting, cool, attractive.

Memories of such trips always come to mind, which everyone remembers with the warmest feelings. It was one of these trips that turned out to be fatal to my view of the opposite sex, or maybe not. But we'll talk about that later. Arranged in chronological order, the most important things that have happened in my life, it is the turn of that fatal day that I told you about not so long ago. The day I fell in love with the boy, which will always have power over me. In relation to my religion, I should not be dependent on anything but God! As I said at the beginning, it is simply impossible for us to ever be together, for reasons and facts, which I will list below. Yes, I never mustered up the courage, and I will hardly ever be able to tell her how I feel about her. For better or worse, she found out from my friends, who I don't know if it was good or not, that they had somehow told her that they might have betrayed me, but she understood. On the other hand, I guess I would have won if my friends hadn't told her. I would hardly ever tell her. But she would hardly understand in any other way the real thing I feel for her, except for something somewhere for fate to intervene, which I do not hope for.

It was still for me, it will probably never be enough for me just to watch her from afar. It is unlikely that my feelings for her will ever come true. I forgot who, but a famous writer once said that one can forget everything as long as one is given enough time. Well I refute this writer. No matter how much time I am given, I don't think I will ever forget it. She is the girl of my dreams. She was enough for me. I read somewhere that "If you have love, you don't need anything else! If you don't have love, it doesn't matter what else you have!" Well, I don't have love and it doesn't matter what else I have. This is the feeling blissful, provided in the heart. It is not bought with money. It is not a game, although there are people who perceive it as such. To be continued ... The Continue ... as long as he is given enough time.

Well, I refute this writer. No matter how much time I am given, I don't think I will ever forget it. She is the girl of my dreams. She was enough for me. I read somewhere that "If you have love, you don't need anything else! If you don't have love, it doesn't matter what else you have!" Well, I don't have love and it doesn't matter what else I have. This is the feeling blissful, provided in the heart. It is not bought with money. It is not a game, although there are people who perceive it as such. To be continued ... The Continue ... as long as he is given enough time.

Well, I refute this writer. No matter how much time I am given, I don't think I will ever forget it. She is the girl of my dreams. She was enough for me. I read somewhere that "If you have love, you don't need anything else! If you don't have love, it doesn't matter what else you have!" Well, I don't have love and it doesn't matter what else I have. This is the feeling blissful, provided in the heart. It is not bought with money. It is not a game, although there are people who perceive it as such. To be continued ... The Continue ... it doesn't matter what else you have! "Well, I don't have love, and it doesn't matter what else I have. It's a blissful feeling in my heart. It's not bought with money. It's not a game, although there are people who take it for granted. ... The Continue ... it doesn't matter what else you have! "Well, I don't have love, and it doesn't matter what else I have. It's a blissful feeling in my heart. It's not bought with money. It's not a game, although there are people who take it for granted. ... The Continue ...

Last Updated
August 29, 2020
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annecherrybomb

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