Disgrace…

Worthless…

Bastard…

Son of a slut…

Better off dead…

My life is yet another one of the dramas you can see on TV screen and movie theatres. It is ironic that people will cry when they see these things play on tape, but in reality, awful treatment, violent words, and looks of disgust are given to unfortunates like me.

The world will never be fair nor just. This world is a huge battlefield, where the priveleged are the royalty armed with swords while the less fortunate are like blind captives summoned barefooted and naked.

I don’t need pity.

Little acts of kindness are just seconds passing by. Someone will be kind when they see your situation, but then again, they’ll leave feeling sorry for what they can’t do. No one will truly help.

The only thing that doesn’t end is the cruelty of humanity.

Cruelty for unfortunates like me…

Cruelty for being born poor…

Cruelty for being a son of a drunkard…

Cruelty for being a son of a slut…

Should I suffer for the things that I have no control of?

Is it my fault that I am born like this?

Is it my fault that my father never sees me as his son?

Is it my fault that my mother is a slut? I don’t even know what she looks like!

Did she really left me alone?

Does she not have any care for me at all?

Nothing is worth loving in me anyway.

If my family can’t love me, who would? Myself? Stop that crap.

I don’t even have a legitimate family.

Dad impregnated a slut, and here was I.

They aren’t married and they barely knew each other at all.

In terms of other people, it is either I’d get disgust or pity, but never love.

My name is Eric, and something is yet to come that will change my life forever.