Faithful Forever

Chapter One: an introduction

I have in my brief life always been given the best of things, I have a loving and caring family to hold me up in the worst of times, they correct me when I’m wrong and always have my best interests at heart, as I do for them, without even asking they take me places they teach and encourage my hobbies, help me make friends and show generosity beyond what I thought was possible for a person.

Looking around my room I see my guitar which I haven’t played as much as I should have, I see my collection of fingerboard ramps, I Pod Speakers and all the formal pictures that hang on my wall around my room and thank my parents for them all in turn.

When I think about it I am not as grateful as I should be, it is sad that I take it all for granted, having been to a less fortunate country I have seen their suffering and know what life could be like, but I prefer to live in the future. It helps me forget my young past.

You see even though it seems I am fortunate and I have lived a happy life so far, it cannot be said the same for the other side of the coin. The tales side.

So far I get up I go to school, work, come home work some more, eat dinner and hear about my mother and fathers high expectations of me, how I need to succeed in my life and how I must work harder. Then after feeling sorry for myself about not living up to my brainy sister’s standards, to my parent’s expectations, it hurts me to feel I have let others down, I sometimes hate myself over not being a better person, I hurt for the friends I had and then demolished by my own retched faults, I remember the times I was bullied the times when I was mistreated and let down by  those in charge who were supposed to look out for me but in the end never gave a shit, finally I hurt because I feel as though I have nothing to make me a stronger person, I cry a little before I go to bed and try to forget, to be positive in the face of doubt and to spit in the direction of people who make me feel insignificant. But Like Fluttershy has always said “I need to believe in myself”.

My outlets for my frustration? I have always had my Xbox to mess around on Modern Warfare 2, somehow by killing those virtual beings on my TV screen is a release and makes me feel better like I’m taking control and getting back at those people who ever made me sad, but I just get more frustrated from being such a rubbish gamer. I so far have found that there is one thing that re kindles my smile when I’m down, one thing that comforts me whether I’m sad or blue if you want, this release is My Little Pony.