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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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Cruel
...written on 2005-11-08, @ 8:10 a.m.
It's fate that if I encounter people from my old school that I'd be subjected to their verbal torture. I went to Coalport two days ago to see my grandparents and great-grandfather. I stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air and on the street were some kids I knew and didn't like. They never even tried to get to know me in School so I was by myself the entire time I went to Glendale High. Anyway...the other kids saw me and started whispering amongst themselves and soon I heard the same damn thing I hear all the time from uncaring selfish people: mooing, oinking. Laughter and then the occasional fat ugly hog. I held back my tears and just walked back inside. I couldn't look at anyone in my family for I knew once again tears would fall.
I went home and my boyfriend called me. He knew something was wrong with me because the strain in my voice was obvious. He pushed me and pissed me off trying to get me to tell him what happened until broke down finally and started to cry, telling him the entire story. All he could say was "Aww baby" and listened to me bitch. What can anyone really do to help another when they're hurting? They can be there to comfort and kiss away your tears but there is really nothing they can do.
Why are people so cruel and judgemental? If I had done something to those people then maybe I would have deserved the mindless cruel torture. But I never hurt anyone, rarely speak to people and never ever try to hurt others because that's how I raised myself and plan on raising my children. But sometimes I wonder why I don't fight back and stick my foot up their asses. I guess I never wanted to try...