My life story...
First of all keep in mind I don't remember anything before the age of 9, ok? My dad's name is Dennis and my mom's name is Dixie. I was born in 1984 in St. Mary's Hospital at 8 pounds 13 ounces(thats a big baby) 2 years before my parents were married(yes, I'm a bastard).
My mom and dad were both pretty heavy drinkers, they smoked pot, and my dad was either on heroine or cocaine, I don't know which. Shortly after I was born we moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Sure enough before my 3rd b-day my dad was thrown in prison(again). That caused me, my mom, my brother(Jeff), and my sister(Lisa), to retreat back home to my mom's parents around the time I was supposed to start kindergarten(I was about to turn six).
Thus starts the real nightmare. I don't remember kindergarten or 1st grade. That brings us to 2nd grade, where being the only kid who weighs over a hundred pounds, I was ridiculed for being fat. I was fat, but that wasn't my fault and I was not taking their "criticism" well. Right around this time my dad moves back to Wisconsin and he and my mom get back together.
I still remember waking up in the night to my dad coming home drunk and breaking things, trashing our house, and on one special occasion him mistaking me and my bed as the toilet(He pissed on me!!).
I'd like to take the time to give my dad a special shout out, "Fuck you dad!".
So on to my 3rd and 4th grade years, which went much like my 2nd grade year, until I finally had enough. Sometime near the end of my 4th grade year, I got into a fight with a kid who had plagued me all your with his taunting and teasing, something came over me(I think it was rage, but I don't know) and I beat that kid so mercilessly that I was expelled for my last 2 weeks of school. He hit me first but I don't remember even feeling it, so he hit me and immediately I was on him. I remember hitting him 3 maybe 4 times in the face and seeing blood, but then my memory is blank until my next school year.
Our family was forced to move again, due to lack of money, and I had to finish elementary school at a new school(oh yeah...). This school was just like all the others only now I started to withdraw myself from everyone; family, friends, teachers, everyone.
I found that in my life video games were a good substitute for friends(which I had few of). From that moment on I only opened my mouth when I had to or when I was talking trash to someone. My grades plummeted, and from 5th grade to 8th grade I got into roughly around 25 fights and amassed well over 500 referrals.
About my 7th grade year my mom finally had had enough of my dad and me, my mom, and my brother went to live with my sister. There were 7 of us living in a 2 bedroom apartment(need I say more?).
My brother got a job and my mom get a 2nd job, and after we had lived there for about a year(15 months) we had enough money to move into our own place. Nothing has changed in my life except were I lived, I was still being so harassed at school that I started to lash out at people and I hated everything; people school, life.
Then I started high school(oh yeah...), which of course had a lot of people who hated me, but by this point I had stopped caring and I lashed out at people.
Then one day I decided to let my guard down and actually talk to people and I met this really weird girl named Lindsay. Well, I started to like her and for about two months we were friends, then I told her how I felt and she turned into this major bitch, but unfortunately it was a little late for me and I thought I loved her, which is why I didn't just rack this one up as a loss and walk away.
When I say I love someone, I mean it and I can't just turn it off instantly, for about the next 4 months, she tortured me with false hope and played with my feelings, until one day I snapped and I told her and her friends to go fuck themselves.
That left me hurt and vulnerable for a long time and only recently have I fully recovered. Then I went back into my I hate everyting stage for awhile. I had maybe three friends at the time; Peter, Deontae(Erkle), and Bill(he was just a school friend at this point) and they'll probably be my friends for a long time.
All my life I could count my "real" friends on one hand, and my enemies to many to count. I had been so tortured with teasing and ridicule that until I started going to my church. I wouldn't talk to anyone in fear of the harsh things they'd say. I'd created a wall round my heart so thick that the idea of someone liking me for me was unthought of, I never imagined I would find the girl of my dreams, I always imagined I'd be this 40 year old virgin living in his parents basement, until Krystal no one had ever told me they loved me.
My mom and dad were both pretty heavy drinkers, they smoked pot, and my dad was either on heroine or cocaine, I don't know which. Shortly after I was born we moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Sure enough before my 3rd b-day my dad was thrown in prison(again). That caused me, my mom, my brother(Jeff), and my sister(Lisa), to retreat back home to my mom's parents around the time I was supposed to start kindergarten(I was about to turn six).
Thus starts the real nightmare. I don't remember kindergarten or 1st grade. That brings us to 2nd grade, where being the only kid who weighs over a hundred pounds, I was ridiculed for being fat. I was fat, but that wasn't my fault and I was not taking their "criticism" well. Right around this time my dad moves back to Wisconsin and he and my mom get back together.
I still remember waking up in the night to my dad coming home drunk and breaking things, trashing our house, and on one special occasion him mistaking me and my bed as the toilet(He pissed on me!!).
I'd like to take the time to give my dad a special shout out, "Fuck you dad!".
So on to my 3rd and 4th grade years, which went much like my 2nd grade year, until I finally had enough. Sometime near the end of my 4th grade year, I got into a fight with a kid who had plagued me all your with his taunting and teasing, something came over me(I think it was rage, but I don't know) and I beat that kid so mercilessly that I was expelled for my last 2 weeks of school. He hit me first but I don't remember even feeling it, so he hit me and immediately I was on him. I remember hitting him 3 maybe 4 times in the face and seeing blood, but then my memory is blank until my next school year.
Our family was forced to move again, due to lack of money, and I had to finish elementary school at a new school(oh yeah...). This school was just like all the others only now I started to withdraw myself from everyone; family, friends, teachers, everyone.
I found that in my life video games were a good substitute for friends(which I had few of). From that moment on I only opened my mouth when I had to or when I was talking trash to someone. My grades plummeted, and from 5th grade to 8th grade I got into roughly around 25 fights and amassed well over 500 referrals.
About my 7th grade year my mom finally had had enough of my dad and me, my mom, and my brother went to live with my sister. There were 7 of us living in a 2 bedroom apartment(need I say more?).
My brother got a job and my mom get a 2nd job, and after we had lived there for about a year(15 months) we had enough money to move into our own place. Nothing has changed in my life except were I lived, I was still being so harassed at school that I started to lash out at people and I hated everything; people school, life.
Then I started high school(oh yeah...), which of course had a lot of people who hated me, but by this point I had stopped caring and I lashed out at people.
Then one day I decided to let my guard down and actually talk to people and I met this really weird girl named Lindsay. Well, I started to like her and for about two months we were friends, then I told her how I felt and she turned into this major bitch, but unfortunately it was a little late for me and I thought I loved her, which is why I didn't just rack this one up as a loss and walk away.
When I say I love someone, I mean it and I can't just turn it off instantly, for about the next 4 months, she tortured me with false hope and played with my feelings, until one day I snapped and I told her and her friends to go fuck themselves.
That left me hurt and vulnerable for a long time and only recently have I fully recovered. Then I went back into my I hate everyting stage for awhile. I had maybe three friends at the time; Peter, Deontae(Erkle), and Bill(he was just a school friend at this point) and they'll probably be my friends for a long time.
All my life I could count my "real" friends on one hand, and my enemies to many to count. I had been so tortured with teasing and ridicule that until I started going to my church. I wouldn't talk to anyone in fear of the harsh things they'd say. I'd created a wall round my heart so thick that the idea of someone liking me for me was unthought of, I never imagined I would find the girl of my dreams, I always imagined I'd be this 40 year old virgin living in his parents basement, until Krystal no one had ever told me they loved me.