Back to where he came from
Once upon a time there was a very spoiled male child that got everything he ever wanted. Not because he was a good child and deserved it, but because his parents were weak and gave into his unending asking. That child never grew up to be a man, he grew up to be a burden to his family and society. When his parents finally got the picture it was too late. The boy blamed them and never took any responsibility for his own actions. Now he still refuses to get a job as he faces homelessness because reality still hasn’t set in. I almost pity this poor child, but at the same time I cannot. He has refused all help from others refusing to pull himself out of the whole he dug. I want to believe that he can still turn his life around. I hope so bad that he can. I wonder if suicide will be his answer, or if he will harm others. I hope so much to see his reform, but reality and the past makes it seem impossible. I want to believe there is still hope.