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| DARKNESS OF AVERY |
| As with any person, there are certain things which makes up the personality. The dark aspects and the good aspects. Past experieinces have made the pissed off person that I am today. Most of it from family. Some of it from others. I used to look up to someone in my family. Everybody likes Trav Avery. Who does not. I used to hang out with him and his friends instead of mine. I thought he was cool. Four years after my freshman year at highschool, I reconsider my thoughts about him. 1500 dollars and debt, and always picking up after him, I have lost all respect. One time he got on his hands and knees for a dollar. I was so disgusted. As he was on his knees, grabbing my leg, I said Fuck You. I thought to myself, I used to respect this person. Know he is beggen for a dollar bill on his knees. I see that as one of the saddest things in my life. The great Travis Avery on his hands and knees. Pitiful. There is a strong hate relationship between my sister and I. She treats my mother with no respect. She is lucky that she wasn't my little brother because I would of beat the living hell out of her for all the bullshit stunts she has pulled. Downloading Natzi swatstikas off of my computer and denying it. What the hell? After I told her not to do that four or five times, she turns around and starts downloading hate music. "I don't listen to that, my boyfriend does. I was going to give to him for 5 dollars for the CD." She said. I turned around and said, "I don't sell my morales for 5 dollars." Thats one of dozens of conflicts with her. Everytime I hear her talk, I don't even listen to her half truths and half ass reasons for being a lack of person no more. My sophmore year or as I refer it as my DARK AGE, was a built up anger if I would say so. That was the year after the Great Travis Avery was great and I hung out with him and his friends. The year after they graduated, I was pissed off because I sat home most of the time and do nothing. That was after the year that I partied with them and had fun on Friday nights. That year just sucked. Friday nights met that I sat and did nothing. The picture below is a representation of me during the DARK AGE. My friend drew it in class. He always joked that there was a dark cloud over my house when I was there. Most of the time there was. "Once burned, Twice shy" that what I think about love. This girl fell in love with me and thereafter so did I with her. It was a peacefull time in my life. My favorite team, the Tampa Bay Bucceneers won the SuperBowl and thats where I met her. I thought it was going somewhere. And it did. Going to parties whenever and just having fun hanging out. Then one day during this false relationship between her and I, she gets a boyfriend. She built me up, and let me down fast on the ever not so smooth pavement of romance. I remember busting my ass at work for her. It was a Friday. She wanted to hang out and so did I. In order to do so, I had to kick in hear gear at work. I never worked so hard. We had to get all the orders done before we left. That was usually 7-8 in the evening when everything was done and 10 ish before we could leave. But my motivation, my love for her...I got all the orders done before four. Granted that I did come in two hours early. Yet I remember just going as fast as I can in order for the chance to see her. The feeling that if I worked faster would mean that I could see her faster. I managed to get the whole crew done at five. They were so proud and happy that because of me that they could get out about six hours before they usually do. All for nothing. My definition of true love changed with my experience with her. |