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You probably won't read this but..

Alrighty! So, this is my first blog. Sad eh? So I'm going to be basically telling my life story on this blog.. which I doubt anyone will read anyways. Obviously I'm not going to use my real name or the real names ofmy family members in this blog. It would defeat the purpose of it. I needed to find a way to get the things fromt he past out in the open.. yet not tll anyone directly. So here it is. My life. How sad it may be .. but. if you are reading this. you are now. in some strange cyber way. apart of it.

I was born in November. in a small town where everyone new everyones buisness. My Parents lived together but were not married. my mother had two children from two different men before my father. I have some memories of that time. But not good ones. My parents split around the time I was two. I remember being ignored by my siblings and being scared of my mother. My dad was one of those awesome dads that played and told jokes and was fun to be around. My older brother would walk me down to he house almost everyday. We all lived in this little ghetto type thing. The my mother got a new boyfriend. and with this new boyfriend. came a new baby. When I was 5 we moved outta the "ghetto" to a nice brand new Duplex. My big brother shared a room with my little brother while my sister and I shared a room. Everything was awesome. And then. it turned to shit.

My Step father at the time was a drinker and a smoker . Him and my mother would fight endlessly. While my brother and I played with the neihbourhood kids. But we didn't play with them long. They're mother wasn't fond of my lil brother and I and refused to let her kid play with us. So. we played with the other boy next door that was considerably older than us. Then one day. while my lil brother was sick and it was just the two of us. The older boy wanted to play a new game. In the bush beside his house. I always liked playing in the woods. So I was eager to play. and that my friends. is the first time I was molested.

I'll write mre later. right now I gotta do some things. Buh byes.