I Jumped Off Of A Bridge

My story begins in the 8th grade. It was the year 2008 and it was by far one of my worst years ever. My dog, Napoleon had died and nearly flunking out of school only added to my distress. Not surprisingly, it was also the same year I tried to run away from home. Luckily for my parents, I had no where to go so I returned quickly within about a day of leaving. The High School years of my life were a complete mess, leaving me with no direction, I spent most of my time wandering the hallways, lost and without purpose. I felt as though I’d never had a friend in the world and was destined to roam the world. Leaving myself distressed and without concourse I found myself pondering my existence in new ways I had never thought. Only adding to my distress, it only made me feel more worthless. My father always taught me, “nothing from nothing leaves nothing” and that was exactly how I felt like nothing. Stuck in this void of distress, I felt as though I had no where to turn, leaving me baffled and confused. So I jumped and I hate my family more so for not pulling me back. They should have noticed the signs four years in advance. So that’s my struggle for ya, jumping off a bridge.