TĂĄim tuirseach de dhaoine nach ndĂ©anann gnĂł gan iarraidh lena chĂ©ile. is fear pĂłsta 31 bliain d ‘ aois mĂ© le 1 leanbh. Le himeacht aimsire, thuig mĂ© mĂĄ thiteann tĂș, mura cara le duine ar bith, sin an fĂĄth nach dtitfidh tĂș go deo agus beidh meas agat i gcĂłnaĂ ar a bhfuil agat. Thosaigh mĂ© nuair a thĂĄinig na comhrĂĄite mona seo amach. Ă shin i leith, d ‘oibrigh mĂ© agus dhĂșbail mĂ© an mĂ©id a d’ oibrigh mĂ©. TĂĄ ag Ă©irĂ go maith liom anois, tĂĄ teach, carr agus post agam mar ba mhaith liom. Le dĂ©anaĂ, thĂĄinig cara Ăłn scoil ard Go Arda Dec. Is cairde Ăł chroĂ muid Ăł shin, uaireanta bhĂ mĂ© ag rĂĄ coin nĂł rud Ă©igin sa chomhrĂĄ, a chuala sĂ© ar an IdirlĂon, a deir sĂ© taispeĂĄin dom freisin, ach bullshit. TĂĄ scoil, ollscoil, srl crĂochnaithe agam cheana fĂ©in. lean mĂ© ar aghaidh, ach bhĂ sĂ© ina scoil ard 2 dropout.
TĂĄ an pasleabhar ĂĄ thaispeĂĄint agam duit, seo Ă©, srl. Deirim, ach nĂl, nĂl sĂ© mar is fĂ©idir leis Ă© a dhĂ©anamh. BreathnaĂonn sĂ© ar mo leabhar pas, tĂĄ ionadh ar bhrabĂșs 100%. An oĂche sin tĂĄimid In Ersin, tĂĄ a theach imithe go dtĂ an srĂĄidbhaile. DĂșirt mĂ© leis go bhfĂ©adfainn cabhrĂș leis, ach beidh praghas ar gach rud, agus tĂĄ 50% den mhĂ©id a thuillfidh sĂ© ĂĄ thairiscint aige dom. Nonsense, nĂl airgead uaim, rud atĂĄ soilĂ©ir, gaige, a dĂșirt mĂ© caidĂ©al, agus nuair a dĂșirt an caidĂ©al cad Ă©, a dĂșirt mĂ© fuck. Ar dtĂșs bhĂ ionadh air, ach ansin shos sĂ© nuair a dĂșirt sĂ© fiosracht, foghlaim agus an fonn airgead a dhĂ©anamh. Nuair a stop na scĂ©alta gnĂ©is, thosaigh mĂ© ag pĂłgadh agus ag barrĂłg uirthi ar an muineĂĄl lĂĄithreach.
De ghnĂĄth nĂ mheallann fir go mĂłr mĂ©, ach tĂĄ sĂ© seo dathĂșil go Deas, agus ba ghnĂĄch linn a rĂĄ i measc cairde nach bhfuil asal ag an mbean is ĂĄille In Ersin. TĂĄ an teach ar fĂĄil freisin, leag mĂ© sĂos ar an leaba. NĂ fĂ©idir liom a rĂĄ leat conas a dhĂ©anaim grĂĄ. Agus seasann sĂ© ansin, ag breathnĂș nĂĄire, nĂĄire. NĂor chas mĂ© air ach nuair a dĂșirt mĂ© gach uair a chuirim ina bhĂ©al Ă©, dĂ©anann sĂ© iarracht Ă© a liceĂĄil a oiread agus is fĂ©idir leis. An ndearna mĂ© vaseline fiĂș asal riamh-fucked, cuimhnigh? Shleamhnaigh sĂ© cosĂșil le hola, is lĂ©ir gur ghortaigh sĂ©, ach nĂor dhĂșirt sĂ© an tusa liomsa, rug sĂ© orm Ăł choirnĂ©al na leapa chun rith ar shiĂșl ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin (in ainneoin a phian).
D ‘ iarr mĂ© an dara ceann an oĂche sin, ach nĂor thug sĂ© Ă©. Casadh sĂ© amach gur theastaigh Uaim An Ersin seo go dona, ach I. Mar sin fĂ©in, rinneamar an tonn infheistĂochta, 20 lĂĄ ina dhiaidh sin thuill mĂ© 20%, gaige, a dĂșirt sĂ© conas a tharraingeoidh mĂ© siar. Chuaigh mĂ© chuici, chuireamar Ă© i gcuntas eile ionas go mbeadh meas air, ach dĂșirt mĂ© mĂĄ leanfaidh mo chabhair ar aghaidh, beidh luach saothair ann, fucked mĂ© go rĂșnda mo chara scoile ard agus a bhean chĂ©ile sa bhaile.