Post by Chronojack on Oct 21, 2004 21:03:34 GMT -5
My life, well, there's plenty to say but I don't like to rant very much, so here goes nothing.
I was born in Eastern Australia, when I was eight, maybe nine I moved to Mulberry Florida, thats kinda when things went bad. I didn't have any friends, and I was often steriotyped as 'f*g' or 'pretty boy' once i was up in seventh and eigth grade. I met some guy named Jason Pratt, gothic, and the biggest jerk in the feckin' world. He was skinny, not sickly skinny or anything, but he needed to eat more! But hell, he could nail 'ya bad with his left hook, even worse with his right one. I'd met him after I got in a fight with some guy I didn't even much know, and later found out Jason was the leader of some high school gang, and hell, he wasn't even in high school, worse thing was, the guy i'd faught was one of his good buddies, so that put me in a bad position, and the first on his list to get the feck beat out of me. Putting up with that shite everyday pissed me off, but I never objected against him, he'd only kill me more slowly. When I was finally in high school, I thought I had it made, I wasn't only away from Jason, but across the friggin' country from him and everyone else! I moved to NY! It was a great sentimantal escape, but I never did forget my daily beatings. I expressed myself through writing, wich I still write now, I want to be a novelist someday. I missed my birth place, America was torture. When I got up to my second year in high school, I was being shoved around again, they'd call me 'f*g' and 'pretty boy' again, but at least I had the comfort of a few friends. I knew Alex Dyre back then, jeez he looked different, his hair was brown, not black, and short and spiked, not to his shoulders, he even dresses different, but he still has this immature, wierd side to him, but I sick of everything, I was suicidal sometimes, and I don't think i'd be here right this second if it wasn't for my what, four, maybe five friends. Out of mental depression, mostly from being called 'f*g' that's when I started having.. ehem, how to put this, 'experamental ideals' towards guys, and ended up being bi.. Life outside of school, wasn't too peachy either, my dad abused me, mentally and physically,I was told I was worthless, and I never should have been born, I was beat for breathing! One time, my dad pulled a gun to my head, it was a loaded pistol, it could've easily blown my brains across my mothers precious white sofa, but my brother took the gun and shot my dad in the leg, I remember, all I saw was blood, and I felt joyed, 'cause I though.. he'd finally die, but it was only a bloody mess. I'd rather not talk about the outcome, but my mother decided to punish me for my horrible ways, so she said. I left, packed my things and moved in with my best friend Clay, where I reside now. There's not to much aftermath to talk about right now, besides I still wish I hadn't moved here, and my mother would've never met my father, who i'm used to calling my father, he's actually my step-father, but anyways, i'll shuddap now.. see, I rant.. even though I hate doing so...
I was born in Eastern Australia, when I was eight, maybe nine I moved to Mulberry Florida, thats kinda when things went bad. I didn't have any friends, and I was often steriotyped as 'f*g' or 'pretty boy' once i was up in seventh and eigth grade. I met some guy named Jason Pratt, gothic, and the biggest jerk in the feckin' world. He was skinny, not sickly skinny or anything, but he needed to eat more! But hell, he could nail 'ya bad with his left hook, even worse with his right one. I'd met him after I got in a fight with some guy I didn't even much know, and later found out Jason was the leader of some high school gang, and hell, he wasn't even in high school, worse thing was, the guy i'd faught was one of his good buddies, so that put me in a bad position, and the first on his list to get the feck beat out of me. Putting up with that shite everyday pissed me off, but I never objected against him, he'd only kill me more slowly. When I was finally in high school, I thought I had it made, I wasn't only away from Jason, but across the friggin' country from him and everyone else! I moved to NY! It was a great sentimantal escape, but I never did forget my daily beatings. I expressed myself through writing, wich I still write now, I want to be a novelist someday. I missed my birth place, America was torture. When I got up to my second year in high school, I was being shoved around again, they'd call me 'f*g' and 'pretty boy' again, but at least I had the comfort of a few friends. I knew Alex Dyre back then, jeez he looked different, his hair was brown, not black, and short and spiked, not to his shoulders, he even dresses different, but he still has this immature, wierd side to him, but I sick of everything, I was suicidal sometimes, and I don't think i'd be here right this second if it wasn't for my what, four, maybe five friends. Out of mental depression, mostly from being called 'f*g' that's when I started having.. ehem, how to put this, 'experamental ideals' towards guys, and ended up being bi.. Life outside of school, wasn't too peachy either, my dad abused me, mentally and physically,I was told I was worthless, and I never should have been born, I was beat for breathing! One time, my dad pulled a gun to my head, it was a loaded pistol, it could've easily blown my brains across my mothers precious white sofa, but my brother took the gun and shot my dad in the leg, I remember, all I saw was blood, and I felt joyed, 'cause I though.. he'd finally die, but it was only a bloody mess. I'd rather not talk about the outcome, but my mother decided to punish me for my horrible ways, so she said. I left, packed my things and moved in with my best friend Clay, where I reside now. There's not to much aftermath to talk about right now, besides I still wish I hadn't moved here, and my mother would've never met my father, who i'm used to calling my father, he's actually my step-father, but anyways, i'll shuddap now.. see, I rant.. even though I hate doing so...