My girlfriend has given me an inspiration, to write about when I was young.
When I was born, I was loud...very. I wasn't like most kids...hehe the only think that would shut my ass up was coffee.....:p Yet I was a normal child. I grew up moving around, till I was two.
Then my mom and me settled down with a guy named Clair. He was handicapped (numb from the waist down), and he was abusive. Since I don't know my real father He was my dad. I loved him yet hated him.
When I was 7 I lost two people I was very close to, my uncles Clay and Jerry. They were murdered because of a stupid fight, nobody made any arrests, so thier killers are free. Then months later Clair died from pneumonia. Ever since then I have been a thing, and monstrosity......yet I don't mind it. I can barely remeber what it feels like to be....normal......to be average.
COMMENTS
-