Personal Narrative: Hatred

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Hatred, being different, and watching others deceive me set me on a path to avoid irrational problems and allowed me to spread an upside towards the community, but letting people who don't know me, to believe I am that "person" to help others in some way with good intentions. For starters, I took on habits in my life before high school that affected the way I am, and I tend to lean towards justice by going back and forth between my decisions to ensure I make a rational and reasonable decision. How I dealt with the world was emotional and suddenly, I just built walls to keep myself from breaking down and to not fall back on others most of the time. To explain, I had three older brothers, a mom, and a dad that I loved. My two oldest brothers did drugs, alcohol, smoking, …show more content…

As middle school came to an end, I realized I shouldn't be trying to suffocate myself from the community and embrace the need to socialize with others. Now, the beginning of high school at Central Medical Magnet High School was so much better. I started out accepting who I was, who I met, and just living life. I was so nice as a freshmen, and a sophomore. During those school years, I would help others because I can't imagine someone failing a class because I was at fault sometimes for not helping them. For my junior year, I did an absurd amount of community service and after-school activities just to find a place where I belonged in life. From those times, I learned how to do hard work, the feeling of knowing the unfortunate lives of others, and the negativity that consumes the world. To sum my life up, living takes its toll on me, and I understand how my good intentions became a habit, but my bad actions sometimes come out from what I dealt with in the past. Every year getting better and staying away from deception and darkness has always been number one priority to not shatter me. The time I need to confront a problem is when I know I can stop it

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