I was born with what they call an intussusception, my large intestine was telescoping into my small intestine, meaning I was basically shytting out my intestines when I was a baby. So I got a big ass scar next to my belly button where I had 3 surgeries. 1 for the intussusception, 1 for my appendix, and 1 for polyps on my stomach lining which wasn't supposed to be there.
I went to the hospital on christmas when I was 12 because I woke up with a heavy pain in my stomach. My stomach shut down and I was breathing so fast and so hard I couldn't feel my body anymore, I was hyperventilating and my heartrate was so fast I had to be put on an iv-pump. The pain went in tides, each time it hurt worse than the last and I couldn't even think straight it felt like I was dying. They gave me a button and told me to push it whenever I felt pain. They had morphine in this bigass bag next to me, I was pushin it every 5 minutes.
So my ass was knocked out. I woke up with an n-g tube goin through my nose down my throat into my stomach. I had a migraine from the painkillers and blood was being pumped out from my stomach. I couldn't eat anything except dry ice.
It happened again 4 times in the span of 7 years, and I started smoking. Smoking helps relax my whole body so that my intestines don't get caught on the scar tissue in my stomach. The last time it happened they ran so many tests that I'm stuck with a $10,000 bill on my name.
I tried working at mcdonalds, I quit. I got paid huge amounts of money as an apprentice electrician started in NC and traveled the east coast working on Marriott hotels, but the food and hotel bills along with buying equipment added up and I was scratchin money off nothing. So I quit because my boss kept yellin in my face about how he doesn't like me.


I ain't gonna stick with a job like that
I went to see my dad a couple months ago. Found out he's actually a schizoaffective psychopath and he looked nothin like when I was real little when I didn't see him anymore. All he does is talk to himself all day and he is so tired from that he can only sleep. Not gonna lie that hit me really hard, but I'm tryna get him motivated.
I was homeless for about a month cause I was so out of my fukking mind I decided I was a burden to everyone around me and then came back to live with my mom.
So now I'm tryna get into college off my strong writing skills, write a 25 page essay on why they should accept me.
I'm just doin what I can with what I got. I gotta wait til January so for now I ain't doin' shyt and I'm gettin' anxious. Really just focusing on me. Y'all in here bein strong an shyt. I may not be sellin bricks, hustlin in street life, but damn it's all I can do out where no one else lives in this backwoods country area.
Keep doin what you wanna do, brehs.