14/07/2020
MY CRAZY LIFE
By Meditation and Manifest what I want
Hello My name is Mathew Stringfellow and I'm gonna tell you my interesting story and my dream which till this day I'm claiming.This product changed my life, but first i'm going to tell my story. My mindset kicked in when I was in middle school, middle taught me a lot about Trust, Real Friendship, and being yourself. I'm going to start from the beginning when I was in elementary school. I discovered drawing was a talent that I never thought I ever had. That was the proudest discovery I ever encountered in my life. Drawing was the first thing that I loved about myself. Then life hit me when the student started telling insults towards me, they called me names, telling me my drawing was terrible, and always mean to me. So I quit drawing. That's when I started to have low self-esteem about myself. I went home crying and sobbing so hard. My brother came home from work one night. I noticed he had something sharp in his work pocket. I glanced at his pocket for a closer look, it was a long yellow box cutter. There was a spare blaze inside it, and I had a thought and it was a bad thought. I took them to school to scare the student that was picking on me, somehow I cut one of them in the chin. I got expelled for bringing a weapon to school. My mom took me to some place to talk to a fat old guy. He started to talk about self-esteem and that I was too weak and too sensitive about myself. I was just 11 years old, I never thought of self-esteem, I just hated the way they talked to me. From that time on I continued being kid
Years had passed. I started middle school, middle school kind of woke me up. The insults got even worse, everybody did not want to talk to me, I always sat at a table by myself in the cafeteria. I had no friends at all, I even had a bully bothering me about how ugly I was. One day I stood for myself, that’s I learned self-Respect for myself. I started saying insults back every time somebody looked at me sideways. My mouth was so smart I in up in my first fight. I kind of lost and won at the same time. One day later we both got a call to the office and both got suspended for a week. I still did not know how to talk to people, especially people my age. Now this when I started to be myself without realizing it. I tried to hang out with the jocks, but I was not cool enough to hang. I tried to sit with people in the cafeteria but as soon as I sat on the table they moved to another table. One day one of my classmates asked me “why am I so different?” Because I do not follow nobody at all. I always stayed to myself. The reason I never had friends was because I never trusted anyone. If you wanted to be my friend I had to trust you. The trust process kicked in my head about people and their intentions towards me and others. So I had no choice but to be myself. I Tried so hard to get my crushes to like me it was embarrassing. I had so many crushes, I was stupidly in love with them, they had that vibe I liked so much. I got older, was 15 years old in middle school with a good mindset without even knowing. During middle school I was trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. It was easy, but it took me until the end of my final middle school day. Always wanted to help and change people's lives, even though I did not like people still not till day. I was nice and mean simultaneously toward people. High school was a challenge. I observed the people's intentions toward me some were bad, some good. It got tricky, this guy always talked to me and tried to get close to me, like a close friend. He was just a person that I talked to everyday because I did not have anybody to talk to at all. Until I overheard him talking bad about me, the next day had passed, I never spoke to him or even looked at him. He wondered why and asked me “Why do you not sit with me in the cafeteria or hang out with me?’ I answered “You know why,” from that day on we never hung out ever again. I was back to my lonesome again, I was sad because I was not able to trust anyone at all. People high always make you want to make you look for clout. I started drawing back because I thought of my elementary art teacher Mr. Mitchell. I sign of an art class, when I first met my first favorite high school art teacher Mrs. Smith, she told me I have a high skill of being an artist. That made me cry and happy Inside. So I pursue drawings and secretly have talents I just never told or shown anybody. In my sophomore year, she died from a leg vine, I was so devastated and heartbroken that favorite art teacher died. She was the only reason that I loved to come to school.
