A story I wrote for english class, suppose to be about being trapped on an island :P

Journal day 1;


Today, I arrived at this island, and all I have is my clothes, and some tools. And only so
much supply of food, I am angry at my sister, I am angry at my dad, my sister’s friends,
and my sister too. I am mad at the world. Everything had to be against me, nobody wants
to know why I am angry, or why I did what I did. As soon as I arrived here, I did nothing
but sit in one spot, for god knows how long, just thinking about my actions and my
worthless self. I didn’t understand reality; I had been born into a world of tragedy and
death, and had learned from it. I looked up to it. A thought of hurt exited me. You would
Think I would hate it because I could have lost one of the people I love to it. But no doubt
About it, pain made me happy, and when I seen it happen, it fed me, made me hungrier
For more and more. That was the reason I always beat people up. I’ve done it so much it
Became more of a habit then a hobby, now, well now it was a curse, now it haunted me,
And affected me. My life was taken over by violence. Oh, who am I kidding, It was only
Me and me only who could effect the way I do things. I wish I could go back in time,
Back to when I was only 4 and change the way I turned out, make sure I never hurt
Anyone.