An Introduction…

Hello ladies and gentlemen. Where do I begin? 16 years as of yesterday. Texas raised, so yeah, kinda crazy already! Most people think I’m normal. They don’t know I’m withering away. A lot of things have happened to me to make me feel this way. I’m the stereotypical loner. No much to say. Not much to do. I hide away in a shell. Like a coward, a beaten dog. The only thing that keeps me going are my animals: Horses, dogs, goats, and sheep (Bet y’all were wondering the name). And one the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. We met in our FFA group (Future Farmers of America in case y’all didn’t know. We both show sheep in in. Its what were known for. Her and I go back, all the things she’d tell me. Made me realize I wasn’t the only soul who slaps on a smiling face everyday and goes with it. I feel unworthy in her presence. Sounding pretty low, aren’t I? Well I’m not looking for sympathy. This place just seems to be the only way I can tell anyone besides her. I have been put on medication recently. I’m just labeled as crazy to my family. “It just runs in the family, deal with it!” A few weeks ago, I was told I’d be kicked out into the streets if I kept on like this. Causing too much “negative energy”. Now it just seems my life is going up and down. Good moments. Then bad soon after. My life revolves around my love of agriculture. The friends I’ve made through it. The opportunities. Just a small Texas town in the middle of nowhere. And I actually have an impact. Since being in high school. Going on my sophomore year. I think I may need repentance. It seems like the only way other than strict medication schedules and constant threats to be sent to an insane asylum and being forgotten. I want my life to always be better than it is now. This year has been good to me, with a few worries. Met more people, have gotten out of my shell. I’m a rambler, due to my ADD, so this whole intro is probably clusterfuck. So, yeah, that’s my story. A little something to introduce myself.

——–Sheep