Una parte de mí siempre quiso ser popular. En la secundaria eso solo requería que me vistiera como los chicos de onda, así que me ponía los pantalones caídos y usaba ciertas camisetas. No parecía algo de mucha importancia, sin embargo, fue el comienzo de una vida desenfrenada que casi me quitó la vida. El simple hecho de cambiar mi vestimenta me impulsó en un viaje de tratar de ser alguien que no era.
I always wanted to be popular. In junior high, that just meant dressing like the cool kids, so I sagged my pants and wore certain tees. It didn’t seem like a big deal, but it was the beginning of a reckless lifestyle that almost took my life. That simple act of changing my clothes put me on a journey of trying to be someone I wasn’t.In high school, dressing like the popular crowd was no longer enough, so I started smoking weed. After a while, I joined a gang. Then I started selling drugs.
After yet another arrest, I had taken a bottle of pills and closed my eyes for what I hoped would be the last time. I was so tired of making bad choices that shattered relationships and led me to jail. I lived in constant regret and hopelessness. To my dismay, my plan didn’t work.
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