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Hello, my name is Jesse Sanchez, I'm 21 years old, I work, sleep, have sex, do drugs, and eat on a regular basis. That's basically my life sumed up in a bunch. I have big dreams though, and lots of faith.

Weekend Nostalgia
This is the very first series I’ve ever worked on. I titled it weekend nostalgia because one saturday, I sat alone in my room and unwanted thoughts came to my head of days when days couldn’t be any better. Sadly, those were just lies.
I find it funny how never in my life have I ever hated someone. I’ve disliked people highly to the point where it’s almost hate, but never have I actually hated a person. What I find funny is that I find myself to have to utmost hatred for these wrecked pair of shoes. The thing with me is that I just can’t hate a person. I find it completely wrong to have hate for any living creature. Something so complex and self-driven cannot be hated. But an object- stale and lifeless can be hated for not having any mental emotion; for being a stone. In the case of these shoes, I find all my hatred channeled into them. I look at them and my heart starts beating faster and anxiety and anger flush through my veins at the sight of them. The original owner of these shoes harmed me in such a way that hate would probably be the best word to describe what I feel when his name comes to mind- but no, I can never hate a person, so I hate these shoes. These shoes that I wear on a daily basis, that I look at every day. They’re like a deathly plague, yet I can’t seem to take them off.