While most people my age enjoy modern things, such as modern music, modern fashion, and other modern things and commodities, I am what many call old-fashioned. I mean, let's face it, I listen to outdated music, I wear clothes that are out of date and are often hand-me-downs, and I don't possess other modern things. And that is why many people shun me and leave me on my own--because I am not with the modern crowd.
I have often wondered why I cannot own modern things. But then again, I am miserably poor, and I have never had a lot of money. I try my best to look presentable, as well as decent, but that is not enough to convince people that I am not without my worth and good points.
It has been said that it is hell to be poor. That rings true especially for me. Maybe you young people enjoy luxuries and other things that I do not. Maybe you have a lot of money and don't live paycheck to paycheck like I do. Not that I hold that against you, of course.
I come from a broken home. My dad is a lying, abusive, whore-chasing jackass who never had time for me, and my poor mother has had to raise me for almost all my life, since I was three years old. I have never known a day when I cannot fear being in the streets. People have often said that I would never amount to anything except what my damnable father is now. But then again, my future is not looking very bright, especially now that I cannot go to college since I got kicked out of there because of the lies of a bunch of idiot students all anxious to embarrass me because I did not come from their popularity class. So who the hell knows what my future is now?
Personally, I feel inadequate and totally useless. I simply do not know what to do with the rest of my life.
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