I hate my life

After class we went back home. As usual Peterson my personal driver, came to pick me up.

When I reached home my dad wasn't present as usual...He stopped acting like a father after my mum's death, who died with an accident on her way going to the hospital to deliver my young sister.

He concentrated on his company rather than me his son who was only 6years and had lost his mother and young sister at the same time...I seeked for affection and attention from my dad, but i only got the one of Teresa my Mexican personal maid and cook. She was the one who convinced me that my dad's absence for dinner or even on my birthdays , was for a good reason. He could only be present on that date 3rd March, the day when she left us, that's the only time we could see each other talk and laugh as a normal family... but the next day , he could disappear like we never even met.

I grew like that. I hated my life and i still hate it up to now...but what turns me crazy is that everyone envies me which is normal cause am the son of the greatest Robert Acker, the multi millionaire. We live in a Palace which contains everything, my room is as big as their houses , i put-on brand new clothes , the girls that love me are uncountable yet i have no interest in them but that doesn't stop them from trying to seduce me and that doesn't also stop me from rejecting them onebyone everyday...I also have six packs as a result of all my sports and hard work.

They say i am cute but Obnoxious and Enigma, i can't fight it, cause its my exact description no doubt! Most wish to be like me yet my life is not that amazing. I make sure to be perfect in all things i do like sports, music and performance trying to get my dad's attention...Thinking if I do well he will atlist tell me "Congratulations" but, he doesn't even care, but Teresa is ever there to support me and cheer me up which adds me courage to continue living. She is like an reincarnation of my mother or an angel that she left to me to care and keep me safe. When my mother died she could always be there, reading me stories at night, calming me down after my nightmares and also stopping me numerous times from committing suicide in my darkness times.

Sometimes I tell myself maybe if we were less rich i would have my mother still alive but that can't stop the reality. So that's my life, I hate it! but I have to live, I have to survive. I also feel better when I reach at school where I meet my Diary, secret keeper, helper and best friend. The only one I consider to be my brother Jacob.

Honestly I still live because of only those people Tess & Jacob, indeed if angels exist on earth then they are angels sent directly from heaven to earth for me.

*Oh My pathetic life!*