by Kugen, San Mateo
Five years ago I did not think I would be writing something about five years ago in jail. I wasn’t exactly a good kid in school but I didn’t ever imagine myself in jail wanting to go home. Looking back, going home was a very normal thing, but right now I don’t even have a choice to.
I will at some point but today I will be sleeping here at jail, not at home in my bed. I am used to it already but exactly five years ago I probably would be watching TV or something any normal nine year old would be doing. Currently I am writing an essay in jail, that would not be something a normal average fourteen year old would be doing.
This may not be something to be proud about but this is my way of life I’ve accepted, same way I always accepted MY life even five years ago. I hate being normal and love being different anyways. I think that differences and being special makes life fun. I really do not care where I am, what situation I’m in, as long as I’m having fun and feel alive I can live looking forward.
This probably hasn’t changed since five years ago. Especially when you’re young I think a lot happens in five years, good, bad, great, and horrible. I can proudly say I am the same person and will continue to be the same person no matter how many people tell me “You’ve changed”.
I admit the stuff I do and enjoy will always change and keep changing. Even the way I act keeps changing but at the end of the day I’m the same person. I think some of my “friends” don’t like the change but some people just can’t see through everything I do and accept me.
Those people will stay friends and will never be the people I call family and love as family.