If you have clicked this, then you are most likely interested in what "God's Truth" is. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but its about me, the writer, Sean Whittington. ---You see, I feel it is my noble deed as a citizen in this country to tell my backstory in which, many hard working U.S. American citizens have done, and to do that, I feel it is my duty to tell my backstory.---
As a child, I was good and hard working. I did my homework, followed the rules, hell, I even swore to God, (at the time whom I believed was my savior), to never touch drugs and alcohol. I was a happy child, just adopted, with a nice home and amazing parents. Then that all... well, changed. In the sixth grade, I decided to give the finger to "The Man" and go my own way. I talked back to teachers, didn't do my work, and even broke the rules at home. This continued... well, my bad, this has been going on for years now. If you need an exact number, I'm a senior, so do the math.
My grades, along with other things, dropped and I hit the ground hard. My GPA fell from a great three-point-doesn't-really-matter-anymore, to a two-point-how-the-hell-am-I-still-in-highschool. But wait there's more!
I found out who I was as a character. Spoiler warning, I am a sexually-driven homosexual who abuses drugs and doesn't care about anybody but himself. That's right folks. I am the scum of this earth, the gum on the bottom of your shoes, and the pollution in the air. That's not the only thing. You see, I like to tell myself that I will do better next time. To dust off the dirt and stand tall, but you can't stand tall if your legs are broken.
I didn't realize how bad I was until I applied for scholarships. I knew that I was never going to get the big ones; I've been a rollercoaster of C's and F's since the 6th grade. What really killed me was, I couldn't even apply for scholarships that people with a 2.50 GPA could apply for. Now, I'm not saying I'm stupid, I'm saying I'm lazy. And that right there, is one of my greatest qualities - laziness.
Another grand quality of mine is that I don't care about ANYTHING! Yes, I have friends. Yes I have family. Yes, I care about them. When I say I don't care, I mean I don't care about anything that involves me. If I'm a big part of the equation. I. Don't. Care. I will break my back to do anything for anyone else, but I won't even pop a finger to better myself.
I do care about my family and it kills me to know that I am a failure in their eyes. I will graduate, yes, but they wont be thrilled, they'll shrug it off because I didn't GRADUATE, I merely graduated, and there is a difference between those two words. They tell me that I'm doing great. They tell me that it's fine. They tell me that everything will be alright, but it wont, and it isn't. I can see in their tired eyes that I have worn them out to the core and that they can't handle it anymore. They sit there clapping and wearing their smiles, but once I turn my back, the clock is ticking until I finally leave.
Now, I'm not saying that my family hates me or thinks I'm a burden, I just feel that I am all the troubles I bring upon them. I snuck people into the house. I did drugs. I drank. I lied to them. I stole from them, and the list goes on and on.
What I'm trying to get at is that I'm a failure and there is nothing that will stop that, nothing that will change that, or nothing that will prevent that.
You see, I've found a horrible virus inside of myself and I wanted everyone to know. This disease
, actually, kills every bit of happiness inside of me. It rips it out and eats it up. I am Sean Whittington, and I have no hope of being cured.