Have you ever imagined a person who had been harbouring a lot of pain  and resentment inside for so long and not been able to bring it all out? Well, that was me. I was one of those boys who  was mistreated by his family since his early teenage years and was never allowed to have a life of his own. You can call me whatever you want, but one thing you cannot say about me, is that I am not honest. The only thing I've been meaning to do was to bring people to the knowledge of who my brother really was. Even though, I am not well-known or whatnot, I want the people around me to know the truth.

 

My monstrous sibling may have not count on the fact that I was going to try to expose him as to who he really was. Ever since I finished high-school I've had to deal with lots of abuse not only from him, but also from his partner. I do think that my mom could have made the horrible decisions she made due to the pressure from my brother as well. Nonetheless, am I not defending her either she was old enough to know better. When am I going to stop complaining about my life? Never. In fact, it is actually not complaining, but venting. Something that I do need to do so as to keep myself alive. Irrespective of what you may think by now, I do consider myself a resourceful writer that can help others with advice. Even so, you may ask yourselves, how can this guy pretend to help others when he can't even help himself? One word, experience. I know first-hand what it means to suffer in ways unimaginable owing to having your freedom taken away from you.

 

On the other hand, how can I overgrow this nightmare if I keep focusing to much in the past? When there is a will there is a way they say. Some can dish it out, but they cannot take it. My foes are some them. I know at this point I am not alone anymore. Hence, I won't have to go it alone. Neither, will I have to dilute my desire for justice. What I do have to do nonetheless, is to make a concerted effort so as to find both an outlet and a means of making a living that will guarantee me a healthy life. Again, by no means do I think that my kin's sins were originated as bad thoughts that came over them. I think there is something much deeper that made my sibling and company to do the horrible things they did to me. Besides, by no account do I believe I was precipitous in posting this. You see, I've been grinding through life for so long that I want to stop. I want to be the best at what I do no matter what.

 

Must my enemies have been astute so as to bring me down so many times. Still and all, with this renewed attitude I've got, I won't let my existence go to the dogs. Let me tell you one more thing though. Am I not a volatile person. At this point I mean every single word I say. It is not like I have to break the habit of grumbling about my past. The second I see justice taking place, can I assure you I will stop. Maybe, you cannot call me an innovative writer. Be that as it may, you should not take away the fact that I have had made a lot of progress since I first started writing either. Anyhow, when will I exactly start affecting change in my life?. Once I learn how to be on top of things I would say. Is it not easy to press ahead. Though, when the right chance shows up, I know I will be ready.