Herpity Derp

28th May 2012

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28th May 2012

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I’ll do chapter 2 tomorrow. I’m sure nobody’s gonna read that anyways.

28th May 2012

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The most boring story in the universe. My story. Chapter 1.

On September 4th 18 years ago what I have to consider the most important moment of my life happened. It began. My mother was a nurse and my dad was a truck driver for a beer company that I don’t think exists anymore (I might have to check). I have 2 older sisters and no brothers. I grew up mostly raised by my mom since my dad was never around. I don’t remember much about being a baby (as most people don’t) but I do remember not liking being around other people. As I got older things got a lot more confusing to me. My dad started drinking a lot (working for a beer company gets you free beer so why not?) and would beat me. Badly. The reason why I found this confusing is because i thought it was normal until I realized he always treated my sisters like princesses. I remember I used to hide from my dad in my closet after dinner. I would hear my door burst open and slam against the wall and hear him walk in and then eventually leave after not being to find me. It wasn’t until a new kid moved in across the street that i really got outside other than for school. His name is Dustin and we’re still good friends today. He taught me more about life just from being around him than my family did. He was the person I looked up to and wanted to do what he did. Play baseball, skateboard, roller blade and all of that. I started playing baseball really young and my dad never once came to watch a game. I would sit on my bed with my glove waiting for him to come home so I could ask him to play catch but not having the guts to do it when he finally showed up, fearing he would yell at me. I would play catch with Dustin, I pretty much learned how to do a lot of things from him. When I was in 2nd grade Dustin introduced me to one of his friends who was in our class, Tony. Somebody who I felt we would never really be good friends but who i can honestly say that today, in a world where I feel misunderstood he definitely knows me better than anybody else, and is the only person I would ever consider my “best” friend. Elementary school in my mind is a flash up until 5th grade. I stopped playing baseball because my parents didn’t want to buy me the supplies since they never came to watch anyways. It was also the year I met my arch rival and the person I hated more than I ever hated anyone before, Hajro. Everything was a competition, a battle in our minds and we loved to rub it in each others faces when the other won. It didn’t take long before we actually realized we had a lot in common and became really good friends. One of the 3 people in my life I trusted along with Dustin and Tony. But it wouldn’t be a year of my life if something worse didn’t happen. That was year my parents got divorced. Sadly its a common thing. I didn’t know to many people whose parents weren’t divorced actually. But it was surreal to know that in a short while I wouldn’t come home to see both of my parents under the same roof.

28th May 2012

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You know what

It doesnt matter. Maybe I should rant and rave about my life. Not for sympathy from the people I know and the people I don’t, but so for once in my life I can truly feel understood. But before all the rants. Maybe you guys should really know who I am and why I am the way I am. This is the start of the story of my life.

28th May 2012

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One of those times.

One of those times where if people I know didnt follow this i would go on a super rant about the shit that goes on in my life, the people I like and the people that I endlessly disappoint.

28th May 2012

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