Well this is a long story but it might put your life in persepecive...
Well, I guess we'll start at the beginning. I was born in 1987, on the coast of California. My mom was a saint but my dad was a drunk. We lived in a pop out trailer for the first few years of my life, we were one step away from homeless. In 1989, my mother, pregnant with my little brother and seeking protection from my violent, abusive, drunkert of a father; traveled back to my grandparents home in Pennsylvania where I currently reside. My mother then found herself involved with a drug addicted boyfriend who was also abusive both physically and mentally. Put me and my brother in the hospital several times. After years of living with this maniac my mother once again becomes preganant with my little sister. A few years later, my mother trying to proctect us, takes us to a shelter for abused women. Things start to look up until my mom once again gets involved with another man who was a drinker. We end up moving in with him, much to my objection. He turns into another asshole, drinks all the time and keeps me and my brother locked in the basement when we weren't at school. Just before finishing high school, I get informed that my father had commited suicide. Immediatly after high school I am kicked out on my 18 birthday, forced to live in my truck. About 2 weeks later my friend takes me in. I become heavily involved in drugs, alcohol and sex, it consumes my life for several years. I start to clean up my act and mature. I now work 55 hour weeks at a crappy low paying job and live in a camper, I guess im right back where I started. I am proud that I survived this long but sometimes it all seems pointless, I dont know what to do with my life now that I'm on my own. I only wish I had some direction. | |
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