I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM! Can I survive through all these problems? Would anyone find and help me for the rest of my life? Is there anyone who is like me,alone and insane? And do I really know what's behind all these questions I am encountering?
I was alone in a deserted island. An island full of mysteries and revelations. Covered with enormous trees, roamed by wild animals,darkened by gigantic leaves, planted with deadly traps and kissed by a devil.I walked, I ran,I jumped and I danced but still I was in the same place. I shouted and I cried but nobody answered or even appeared. I spanked my face then I firmly closed my yes, hoping that everything would turn into normal. I carefully opened my eyes then I blinked twice! 
Oh! Who would think that a man with perfect set of white pearls, tanned complexion, tantalizing eyes, well-chiseled nose and a wavy hair will come to comfort me? I followed him wherever he goes. We crossed the Nile river, we flew above the pyramids of Egypt, we traveled around the Ancient Rome, we stayed for two days at the Hanging Gardens of Babylon and watched the magnificent sunset at St.Peter's Square. At last, nobody would bring me down again. Sure! Because I have my king- a good KING.
After six leap years , we settled in the same deserted island. He asked me to sleep so that he would watch me for the whole night. I look at his expressive eyes then I drifted to sleep. He sang the most beautiful song then he suddenly stopped.I wandered around but there was no sign of him.Oh no! He's gone. Another man left me! They are all the same! I hate them! I hate him!
The stars have faded, the moon have vanished but the sun is still shining. I stood up and was shocked of where I am. I am here at the room of III-SSC-Rutherford holding a pen and a paper. I can't control myself going infront and passing it to our teacher. But one thing is for sure, my lollipop's sweet lemon flavor has turned to a bitter one. No one will see me again, I SWEAR!!!

This piece was written October 30, 2006 when I was in 3rd year high school. Fortunately, there are only minimal grammatical flaws. I remember being so resistant ,  atheistic and bitter. Am I still the same?