Short Story / Me, Myself, and the War Against Me (Analysis)

A man of few words, I am. Usually what I have to say isn't all that great, but it's meaningful and full of reasoning. At times I feel as if life has nothing in store for me, then other times there are things I can't really explain. Sudden bursts of happiness, for reasons unknown, so people are lucky to see me that way because it is quite rare. My mom doesn't seem to notice anymore or whether or not that I'm happy or not because she's always working. I assume she thinks that I'm happy because she's always telling me to do what makes me happy. My brother, sister and friends can truly tell when I'm happy because I don't have the gloomy expression or no smiles and no emotion. What more can I really say? Come on, I'm a teenager for crying out loud. What teenager today doesn't have problems?
Now that I'm finished with telling you all about myself, I'll begin my story. The story of Me, Myself, and My War.
I moved to this little town of Dover on December 22, 2007. When I cam here, I wasn't really expecting much, mainly because of what people had told me of this place. I had a teacher and a friend from here. They spoke so baldy of this place, but I don't see anything wrong with it. I love it here. School had begun on January 7 of 2008. My first day here at Dover High was boring as hell. I had to sit in the library for almost six hours until they had a schedule made for me. Finally five minutes before the bell rang for 7th hour to start, my counselor came and got me to show me my schedule and where my class was at. At the end of the day, I had no friends at all.
Day 2 came around bright and early as usual. My first full days with all of my classes. 1st hour was the class I had very little interest in, but I made new friends. It was Amerian History. Who at 8 O'Clock in the morning wants to learn about our founding fathers and all that mumbo jumbo? I know I didn't. 2nd hour was Chemistry, one of my favorite subjects. I love science just so you people know. I didn't really interact with anyone in that class at first except Coop. because I had him in the class an hour before. 3rd hour was another favorite of mine. AP Lit., we were a small class of Seven. I made friends with all of them. 4th was Algebra II, I didn't really know many people in there except Emmy, Audrey and my sister. Like every class before, friends were easy to accompany. When lunch came around I sat alone, I dind't know anyone in there. My study hall and 5th hour class were the same room, because I had AP Bio. I met two of the craziest guys anyone will ever meet, Jordan and Jacob. They gave me a fine welcome, they did. 6th was Desktop Publishing, that was fun, I met several of my ex-girlfriends in that class. Finally 7th hour Spanish I, what a boring class that was.
Now, here's where the war against myself had begun.
Two weeks in I had more friends than I could ever imagine, and I had wonderful girlfriend. To anyone, I was not "Richard", I was "House" or "Dr.House", even the teachers called me "House". You couldn't go around the school without hearing my name. I had no enemies at the time. I was with my first girl for one month to the day. On February 15, she dumped me, exactly one week before my birthday. Three days later, I had someone else. She dumped me one week after my birthday. Five days later, I had someone else. She also left me two weeks later. Yet two days passed, I had someone else. I was with her for two weeks, now this was a trip. This girl, God help her! I was her first kiss and then she almost cried afterwards. After my two weeks with her and her leaving me, I was single for six days and then I found someone else. She was something else. I was with her for a month and a half. I took her to prom, it was excellent, I was a first for her in more than one way, but too bad I was too blind to see that I was getting used. Yes, she used me to get to Prom, becuase one week after prom, she dumped me. Two days later, I began to date my bestfriend, yeah, we lasted a whole five days. I won't say why it was so short, but we had something special, but it wasn't really meant to be. Now my battle begins.
Summer came about two weeks later, I vowed to myself that I was to be single for quite some time before I would date again. Two weeks into summer and all the trouble began. I would just try to be friends with someone and beg them for their forgiveness, but all I got was negativity and hatred. There wasn't much more that I could take and I let everyone get me down. I went home one day after receiving all my negativity, and found what I could in my cabinet full of pills. I took so much and went to bed and fell asleep. I can't really say that I died, but I did have a revalation. I talked to my cousin who's been dead for over nine years. He told me that my life was worth living and I shouldn't do anything to hurt myself or kill myself. Soon afterwards I found my cross necklace and began to bear it around my neck. I would fall asleep and wake up gripping my cross and thanking God for another day that I was alive. This kept up for a while. The weekend of July 4th I felt I was ready again. I found someone new.
This girl livened my world. She made me happier than I had felt in months (well the summer at least). I was with Deanna for a little more than a month, and then things went sour. She said she felt like we were moving too quickly and that we needed a break. So that's what happened. Two days later I found myself at a part withmy friend Emma, I didn't plan on any of the following events.
At the party Emma and I got pretty close and not long after I found her and I together. Neither one of us had been doing any drugs or drinking, but things went on that night, that I will not get into details about. One week before school started, Emma dumped me.
I can't say that I was he happiest person in the world. Things did begin to look up for me. I began to contact the people that I dind't have the greatest past with and began to patch things up between us. They all agreed that it's a new year and a new start and that the past is the past and we can't change that, and that I would just be happy to have them as my friend rather than nothing at all.
So, it's friends I have, and I'm glad to have them. But the war on myself if far from over. For some of the smallest things or mistakes, I put myself down. I severly downsize myself for reasons that aren't important or neccessary. I wage war on myself and drop bombs or negativity upon myself because Iknow it's all true, but in a small hope that it will help me be a better person later on because I'm learning form all the screw-ups in my life. I change myself drastically so that I can be a better person for everyone around me. So that's my story of me, myself and my war against me. I would end this story with “The End” but that’s a little too cliché. Mainly because this story has yet to reach its end. For as long as I am alive the story will continue to grow and expand.

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