If coming back from the dead makes you the messiah, then Mario must be Super Jesus or something.
Sitting in a coffee shop and preparing to go off to an art gallery.
I'm in an unusually contemplative mood. So, since it's a good 8 days away from my super fantastic 19th birthday it be a wise idea to look back on my life and ridicule the hell out of it. Or at the very least, sum up my year (and yes I do go from april 26th to april 26th).
Birth-3 years: No recollection
4: Birthday party. One third of all my childhood stories; the "Early Childhood Era". That's all.
5-7: Nothing ascribed to it.
8:One third of all my childhood tales ascribed here. "Mid Childhood/Development."
9-10: Nothing I recall
11:Final bit of my childhood memories. "Pre-fucking-teen years".
12:Went to Davidson I.B. for middle school, hated it.
13:Mom diagnoses with Luekemia. Became obsessed with Pokemon. And yeah, it happened like that.
14:Still hating my life. Mom returns from Chapel Hill to recover at home.
15:Mommy all better. Makes me a sandwich.
16:Great grandmother dies, Nana, Corona family matron. Depression and self loathing take reign. 2 or 3 failed romances, horrible grades, parents on my ass. Feeling as though all friends and god has abandoned me. Attempted suicide, Dad kicks me out of the house for 2 days.
17:Life on track, fall in love with literature and writing. Become a poet and get good at it. Fall in love with Alyshia Davis (bringing God back with her). Alyshia then dumps me in the worst possible senario and God goes with her. Friends come back. Healing begins.
18:Healing from Alyshia for the better part of it. New friends, some solid people, hope they stick around. Finally fixed and calming down. I have a direction and a path and honestly I don't care where it leads. My 18th year has been my most relaxing since 10, to my recollection.
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[present][begin yr. 19].......
I'm in an unusually contemplative mood. So, since it's a good 8 days away from my super fantastic 19th birthday it be a wise idea to look back on my life and ridicule the hell out of it. Or at the very least, sum up my year (and yes I do go from april 26th to april 26th).
Birth-3 years: No recollection
4: Birthday party. One third of all my childhood stories; the "Early Childhood Era". That's all.
5-7: Nothing ascribed to it.
8:One third of all my childhood tales ascribed here. "Mid Childhood/Development."
9-10: Nothing I recall
11:Final bit of my childhood memories. "Pre-fucking-teen years".
12:Went to Davidson I.B. for middle school, hated it.
13:Mom diagnoses with Luekemia. Became obsessed with Pokemon. And yeah, it happened like that.
14:Still hating my life. Mom returns from Chapel Hill to recover at home.
15:Mommy all better. Makes me a sandwich.
16:Great grandmother dies, Nana, Corona family matron. Depression and self loathing take reign. 2 or 3 failed romances, horrible grades, parents on my ass. Feeling as though all friends and god has abandoned me. Attempted suicide, Dad kicks me out of the house for 2 days.
17:Life on track, fall in love with literature and writing. Become a poet and get good at it. Fall in love with Alyshia Davis (bringing God back with her). Alyshia then dumps me in the worst possible senario and God goes with her. Friends come back. Healing begins.
18:Healing from Alyshia for the better part of it. New friends, some solid people, hope they stick around. Finally fixed and calming down. I have a direction and a path and honestly I don't care where it leads. My 18th year has been my most relaxing since 10, to my recollection.
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[present][begin yr. 19].......