So let's make a head count... · 3:29pm May 10th, 2013
• We have InsertAuthorHere who wants to kill himself (or at least HAD wanted to) for unknown reasons.
• Bad_Seed_72 who lost a lifetime friend in less than a day (actually, that happens everyday somewhere in the world but whatever).
• TwizzleDragon who is completely modified to even step a foot on campus because, after he broke up with his girlfriend, she told the entire as if she was a victim.
• BaroqueNexus, who's dealing with what apparently chronic depression.
• Plus the many others all around the world I missed, who are killing themselves as I'm typing this (whether its physically, mentally, emotionally) for various reasons.
• Oh. And me, who hates humanity as a whole for all the problems we've created for each other and everything around us. The world was fine before we got here. I know that there are a select few who are working to fix this, but I think it's too little, too late. The world is going to end, whether it be by God or by our own hand. FWI, I'm betting on the latter.
Fortunately (unfortunately?), if I was given the power to destroy humanity and let everything else flourish, I still wouldn't use it. I'm too stubborn for that. It's weird, though. One of my 'things-that-I-would-never-do-ever' is to wish death upon someone. Not even my greatest enemies. Maybe jail time or turture, but NEVER death.
Sorry if I made you feel bad, even if you are a human.
P.S. I hate pity.
Well, to be fair, I think he decided months ago that we weren't friends...but didn't tell me until yesterday. But you're right, that happens everywhere in the world every day.
I know you said you hate pity, but please don't take this as such. I am sorry for your loss and what your family has gone through.
1068071 Fortunately, that was back when I was 5, so I don't remember her much. It's hard to miss something you don't even remember, right?
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I...I suppose that's true.
are you implying that your NOT human?
1068109 I know this may sound absurd, but if she had lived, I think my life would have been worse than it is now. It's a long story. They never married and broke up about a year after I was born. After that, my dad and I leaved on our own for a while. At some point, they somehow met up at the same bar and decided that they wanted to be together again. Her current husband, whom you read about in that article, did what he did because of this. After that, we lived together for about 4-5 years, always trying to stay alive. He was a pool cleaner for most of that time. We moved multiple times per year, so I never got to stay in one school for more than a year (we never left Florida though). We even had to move in with others when things really went bad! There was my Aunt Heather and her daughter Raven. We were the same age, so we took baths together. Anyway, we even moved in my first grade teacher, Ms. Call! There are a lot of other bits and pieces I remember but those would take too long to explain. The last place we ever moved into was a trailer park with a lady whom I called my aunt (she wasn't really though). She had a son (an adult) who was imprisoned for some reason. One night, he made it back their home. Either he got out for good behavior or broke out. That same night, my dad was arrested for drug use. Since she had no better options, my 'aunt' called up my grandmother (again, I don't know if she was really family or what). She came and picked me up from where I was (also, she was one of those whom we stayed with at one point). I stayed with her for a few days until she took me to a tall, grayish building. That was the day I was administered into the foster care system. A short time period (a couple of days?) later, I was in a waiting home. It's where you stay until they can find a foster home for you. I only stayed there a few days. The last day (which I believe was a Sunday) we went to see a Tampa Bay Rays game. Then I moved in an all-boys foster home, run by an elderly couple. Nancy and Howard were their names. I stayed there for about 8-9 months. Because of my anger issues, I was going to someplace that could give the help that I needed; the kind they could not provide. That place was Joshua's House. It was a group home; a sort of foster neighborhood. You had 6-8 houses set up in a U shape. I don't know how many of us there were. Definitely over 100. Again, many of the details I could say would take far too long to say. I didn't even get a birthday at that place, for an awesome reason that is! Mid-December of 2006, some people found me and wanted to see me! And I thought I was going to wind up like those foster children who turn 18 that have to live on their own because the state can't help them anymore! You want to know what's more awesome than that!? Those people were my Aunt, Uncle, and their youngest daughter (now 23 years old)! We were able to visit each other a few times over the course of 2 months. Then, on Tuesday, February 5, 2007, I got the news. Right after I got off the school bus, one of the adults told me that I was going home. With them. To their home. OUR home. That was probably one of the best days of my life. Then, in 2008, they officially adopted me into their family! It was weird though, since now everyone has two titles. Their three daughters became my adopted sisters, Aunt+Uncle=Mom+Dad, etc.
And that's about it. Do you remember why I told you that lengthy story? To prove that, if my birth mother had lived, my life would have been worse. If she had, it would have been like what my dad and I were doing before I got into foster care: constantly moving and just trying to get by. Except we would have one more person to feed and find a job for. That's why I would never use time-traveling technology if it existed. If I prevent one bad thing from happening in the past, I would lose all of the good (as well as the bad) that happened after said event.
What I mean to say is, never take anything for granted. If you do that, it's going to hurt twice as much if (and when) you lose it.
...dang that was long...Oh well.
1069199 No, I hate myself most of all.
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Thank you for sharing your story. It sounds like you are a stronger person because of it, and I'm glad your life is better now.
You went through a lot of rough stuff and came out alright...that's saying more than most people could!
1069293 Gotta hand it to to my new parents, they're the ones who made it happen.