It all started when I was a little boy. My mother raised me by herself. I don't know who my father is, I don't even know his name. My mother should of had an abortion because she couldn't even provide for us. We lived with family for a while, but mostly lived in a car. Moved to five states because she couldn't find a job. When I was 15 I had to sleep behind a dumpter in an apartment complex in Dallas. My mother lied on a reseme to get a job as an apartment manager, which she did for 16 years, averaging two different jobs a year. Which meant we moved at least twice a year between those five states. I could never keep friends. My mother "home schooled" me sense we moved so much. But she never taught me a f-ing thing. I wouldn't even know how to spell if I hadn't started using the library computers to chat.
When I turned 18 we had been living in a car with 3 big dogs for two years. She wasn't working of course, but always had some "get rich quick" thing she would try..which never worked. She made me get a job to support us. I got a job as a painter for $10 an hour. Every check I got went for food, gas, and dog food. I had to lie to everyone at work about my life. I couldn't tell anyone the truth. It was too embarressing.
Sense we lived in a car, I couldn't take showers. I had to wash off in public bathrooms. Brush my teeth in public bathrooms. No social life. Sleeping in a wall*mart parking lot in a f-ing car with three dogs in the back seat and my stupid, worthless f-ing b**ch loser of a mother in the seat next to me.
I busted my ass at work and got raise after raise until 3 years later I was making $18 an hour and still going nowhere in my life. Fighting with my mother was a daily thing. I hate that b**ch just as much today as I did the day she kicked me out of the car and screamed at me to get the f*ck out of her car and get the fu*k out of her life.
Since that day I have been doing much better and got myself into a pretty nice one bedroom house. I still bust my ass at work and am now the lead painter of a great company. Although I know if I had been given the chance (steady home, graduate high school, college ect.) I could really be enjoying my life. I could be something so much more. I'm just a f-ing painter with a past I can't tell anyone. I suffer from depression horribly. I have no family, they are all dead to me. I have no one that cares about me. All I have is my job. That's f-ing it. My life sucks. I spent so many years sleeping in a f-ing car hungry and cold. All my teenage years, wasted. No friends. I wish I was dead. I'm only 24 now and feel my life is at its end.