I've decided what I want to do with my life. I'm a thinker as I said. I can't turn off my brain and just relax. Even when I'm alone, I dream and create new worlds or at least try to conceptualize something unique and such as if there's still plenty of things left to be invented. My stupid father has decided I'm too weak to handle the way the world is and is therefore trying his best to keep me sheltered, trapped in a repetitive mindless existence that befalls most black men in the blue collar arena. It's safer that way. They're not in jail but not bothering the brains of the world... modern day slavery. He keeps telling me, "You don't have to be like your sister." And I think, no, I'm better than my sister. When I want to, I can learn anything extremely fast and apply it to create whatever I can think of. I know I have this potential, yet this asshole wants me to give up since he's honestly lost his balls and doesn't want me to go through the same shit. He doesn't know that I love a challenge. I don't even feel alive unless I'm pushing myself to my limits.
Please God Please let me get into the airforce. I know I've done a lot of wrong, but I swear I'll fix everything...
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