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Before you continue to read, please note that this is a serious blog, and i would apreciate strictly serious responses. Thanks in advance.
In the past few months, I've been constantly trying to keep a steady and successful pace with my life. The poverty, illness, and famine that stroll around my household on an everyday basis are often overwhelming. To ever think I would be in such a position, from a middle class family in peaceful and cute Rockland County, New York, to a family based on food stamps and child support in Citrus County, Florida, would have been hardly imaginable. But I am, and I've been forced to improvise over the past year. It has indeed been hard.
Many people have noticed my immense size change. From friends to family, they've all been impressed and wowed by my change in appearance over such a short amount of time. True as it may be, I do exercise. I weight lift at school every day for about an hour and 10 minutes, and I walk for 30 minutes around my neighborhood. But these are but a few things that have helped me change. The main thing that has affected me so much is how much I eat. Yes, on a daily basis I eat one meal, and drink my daily gallon of water. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to rip off the cafeteria in the morning and slide in a miniscule breakfast, but aside from this, my stomach is rarely full.
My "new" size and shape is but a testament to the malnutrition I've been under for the past year now. Trust me when I say waking up and going to sleep with an empty stomach is one of the hardest things I've had to live with in my life.
I don't write this blog out of need for self pity. Pity is for the weak, and I am not weak. I am, however, looking for advice. Help from my peers. Very rarely have I come to the feet of my peers in a desperate attempt to reorganize my life, as I dislike being helped by others. It is a pet peeve of mine, if you will, to be forced to take from others.
But now I've given up all hope.
Reader, you may be grief stricken now after reading my words. You may even hold contempt against me as I whine and bellow my sorrows and misfortunate events to your eyes. This is not important. My questions to you, however, are. If you have any care for me, you will do your best to answer them.
What do I do to stop these unwanted changes in my life? How can I regain control of my life again?
Where there are difficulties in my physical life, there are also many difficulties in my emotional life as well.
Those who knew me well would quickly say I was once a highly optimistic person, whom always looked at life in the best fashion possible. They would say that my kindness and maturity was unlimited. This personality that I've once had is also diminishing, along with my health. I've become perhaps, the most cynical person you could imagine. I've lost all sense of this "optimism" that I once had, and I'm much more of a realist, as I look at everything now with the utmost logic and sense when faced with a hard situation. Even my spiritual views and political views are changing drastically. I'm becoming more faithful towards this "Christian" god, and I'm starting to lose the sense of communism that I once had. Everything is changing.
I can't honestly say I am not fond of this change, though. The benefits to being cynical and logical are unimaginable. With this newfound sense of intelligence, I also have a newfound thirst for knowledge that is unquenchable. I constantly philosophize about life, and society. But unlike whom I used to be, my personality shifts. I can't figure out who I want to be. This thirst for knowledge and constant philosophy is more or less, a battle of who I would rather be. "Cynical and logical?", or "Kind and Optimistic?"
Its nerve racking, and I don't know how to make up my mind. I can't have both, can I? How do I be who I want to be?
Now, with this personality bout comes something I hardly ever speak about with anyone, ever. It
Before you continue to read, please note that this is a serious blog, and i would apreciate strictly serious responses. Thanks in advance.
In the past few months, I've been constantly trying to keep a steady and successful pace with my life. The poverty, illness, and famine that stroll around my household on an everyday basis are often overwhelming. To ever think I would be in such a position, from a middle class family in peaceful and cute Rockland County, New York, to a family based on food stamps and child support in Citrus County, Florida, would have been hardly imaginable. But I am, and I've been forced to improvise over the past year. It has indeed been hard.
Many people have noticed my immense size change. From friends to family, they've all been impressed and wowed by my change in appearance over such a short amount of time. True as it may be, I do exercise. I weight lift at school every day for about an hour and 10 minutes, and I walk for 30 minutes around my neighborhood. But these are but a few things that have helped me change. The main thing that has affected me so much is how much I eat. Yes, on a daily basis I eat one meal, and drink my daily gallon of water. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to rip off the cafeteria in the morning and slide in a miniscule breakfast, but aside from this, my stomach is rarely full.
My "new" size and shape is but a testament to the malnutrition I've been under for the past year now. Trust me when I say waking up and going to sleep with an empty stomach is one of the hardest things I've had to live with in my life.
I don't write this blog out of need for self pity. Pity is for the weak, and I am not weak. I am, however, looking for advice. Help from my peers. Very rarely have I come to the feet of my peers in a desperate attempt to reorganize my life, as I dislike being helped by others. It is a pet peeve of mine, if you will, to be forced to take from others.
But now I've given up all hope.
Reader, you may be grief stricken now after reading my words. You may even hold contempt against me as I whine and bellow my sorrows and misfortunate events to your eyes. This is not important. My questions to you, however, are. If you have any care for me, you will do your best to answer them.
What do I do to stop these unwanted changes in my life? How can I regain control of my life again?
Where there are difficulties in my physical life, there are also many difficulties in my emotional life as well.
Those who knew me well would quickly say I was once a highly optimistic person, whom always looked at life in the best fashion possible. They would say that my kindness and maturity was unlimited. This personality that I've once had is also diminishing, along with my health. I've become perhaps, the most cynical person you could imagine. I've lost all sense of this "optimism" that I once had, and I'm much more of a realist, as I look at everything now with the utmost logic and sense when faced with a hard situation. Even my spiritual views and political views are changing drastically. I'm becoming more faithful towards this "Christian" god, and I'm starting to lose the sense of communism that I once had. Everything is changing.
I can't honestly say I am not fond of this change, though. The benefits to being cynical and logical are unimaginable. With this newfound sense of intelligence, I also have a newfound thirst for knowledge that is unquenchable. I constantly philosophize about life, and society. But unlike whom I used to be, my personality shifts. I can't figure out who I want to be. This thirst for knowledge and constant philosophy is more or less, a battle of who I would rather be. "Cynical and logical?", or "Kind and Optimistic?"
Its nerve racking, and I don't know how to make up my mind. I can't have both, can I? How do I be who I want to be?
Now, with this personality bout comes something I hardly ever speak about with anyone, ever. It