(I n t e r n e t D i s e a s e)
cmt . msg . add . myspacespace.Joseph L. Ortiz has been written many times on my papers in cursive. A person with a smile but doesn't really mean it. Sexually oriented as an hetero-sexual and respectful to all. Four-teen years of living on planet earth and currently attending Edward R. Roybal Learning Center: Computer Science Academy (Freshman). Living in two cities, Los Angeles and Pomona City for my divorced parents at my age of four years. Born being Agnostic from a Jehovah Witness family, not a non-believer of Jehovah, no one is sure if he is truly there. Sex is part of marriage and not be used until that day, why be used to some foolish woman that you won't ever see again? As a person like myself, I am very friendly, nice, out-going, and a some-what happy person. Will never change myself for anyone, not even for family. Someone that is so unique like myself, should do what feels right to himself. Been through a lot, but this can make one another stronger then they really are.
space.A person with asthma, breathing through a machine to regulate my lungs and help me breathe everyday. Secretive and respectful to his peers, never a can opener that bursts out and tells secrets. Hiding anxiety disorders can be difficult, and tends to try everyday to keep it a secret. Tries not to curse, getting better each day. Words don't hurt me, they make me realize how much you can't admit to yourself that you're everything you are criticizing about me. My individual life is interesting and amazing to others, but they don't know who I really am. I don't have a big family, having on big brother of both blood lines of mother and father, and that's what is really important to me. Having one half sister, and a half brother from my father and wonderful step mother; she is a wonderful person, never has miss-treated me, treats me like one of her own, and that's what really matters to me, because she full of life. As well as two half brothers from my mother.
space.Life? It’s complicated in some points when you can’t get up from the big hole you fall into when everything is falling apart. Little by little my heart drifts away from my friends, when high school begins, it will be my never ending nightmare, I will fall back into my tears of sorrow, and they will start to grow deeply in my heart. I can never stop to think what is happening to my best friends at the moment. Are they okay? Are they safe? Do they think they’re safe? I’m always sitting in thin, thick ice. My life falls apart, little by little every second. I know one thing is for sure though, “The sun will guide us back to back to each other and won't let us free. Don't let our last words be, "Good-bye." Because when you say good-bye, it's good-bye forever.” It’s hard for me to open my eyes and see what life is really about. I know I will not have my friends forever, but I know in my heart I will always have them, but it just doesn’t seem to work.
space.This is what my life has become; every bit of detail you read is true. I was that young, crazy, stupid child that you told his parents what he had on the internet. I am that boy that is always there for you, and always keeps his promises. I am the insignificant ”f*****t” you always called. I was that young boy that was called a teacher’s pet, and thrown spit balls at. I was that kid that you lied and blamed him for your ignorant mind. I am that child that always has a smile on his face but doesn’t really mean it. I am the brother of a gangster, and soon, that soul will drift away. I am that kid that has terrible flash backs from his past. I am that kid that you saw walking on the street, running away, and when I came back, no one realized I had left. I was that son of a b***h that was always in your way of your happiness (sarcasm.).
space.I was that boy that always hung out with girls at school. I was that 6th grader that an asthma attack accord on his birthday because you had to beat him twelve times because of a “birthday tradition” and soon, had pasted out in the Nurses office. I was the ugly boy that you would call, “Cute” but you didn’t mean it. I was that freaking piece of crap Cuban you called. I was that stupid, fagget, fat a**, you always called and lost hope. I was that boy that was having a asthma attack, and needed to drink water in order to breathe, but you pushed him to get out the way, and then wanted to beat up. I am that boy that loves his friends no matter what, and you always called gay for some incinerate reason. I am that kid that you made rumors about using tampons and showed everyone a rapper of a stupid candy bar, and everyone believed you, and I was laughed at for a whole freaking year.
space.You will now realize who I am. I am not perfect, so are you. We are all fashioned the same, but with different faces and unlike minds. No one is perfect in this world that we call home, I call it happiness. I would die for anyone of my best friends. I'm stupid, you tell yourself. I don't care what anyone thinks of me, I tell myself that I can be anything I want to be, and no one can stop me, only I can stop myself. I realize that I must keep everything sacred in this world or it will parish on the evil ones hands. Think of your future and always get up whenever you fall into troubles in life. I always wait for my friends to grab my hand, and pick me up from all this sorrow and sadness that runs through my veins. I will never change who I am, what I wear, what I think, it’s all created inside me to make someone magnificent, you will never find someone similar to me. Every day is a happy ending, no matter what you say to me.
