So I have decided, with persuasion by my friend Seb, that I will write out my own past. WARNING: IF YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBE OR JUST A JERK IN GENERAL DO NOT CONTINUE OR ELSE!!!
Starting point being my own birth apparently. I myself was born during a depressing time and will not say when because you have no reason to know my age. My birth lit up the lives of my family. I myself was very very sick, I had been c-sectioned 6 and a half hours early for being sick. I stayed in the hospital for many a week and could very likely have died. (there is something i am leaving out that only a few people know...one being
....you people have no reason to know because it is quite personal) After a few years when I was about 4 or 5 my parents divorced and my mom took me with her, only to move all over the country, and my dad took my half brother with him to New York. My brother and I both were pretty much heartbroken for many years until I started visiting him and my dad in NY every summer and every other winter.
SKIPPING TILL I WAS LIKE 8(?)
I moved to California with my mom for a long time and made many friends, I lied...some friends. My best friend at the time, pretty much still true, being
with a few others. Why did I not have many friends you ask? Well to most people I am just that weird lonely chick alone in the corner listening to music, reading, and drawing. I am quite used to it. I dated about 2 people I believe but they were complete DBags. After a long while my mom said we were moving to Indiana ( ._.) and i was broken again. I had to leave my friends who were and still are the most amazing people ever. I am now only in touch with a few of them which sucks dick.
After moving to Indiana I decided, discovered, I was bisexual. I took a liking to other girls and I loved it a lot. I am quite uncomfortable around most guys mostly cuz i forgot to mention when I was like 8 I was raped. So I am very anxious in public but I still am like 30% straight. I go to one of the best public school systems in the country, suck on that. I have made more friends and dated another 2 people. At the moment I am literally the loneliest person in school. It does suck but I do not care anymore. To keep up my art skills and to learn more I take the school's art classes. I have learned how to work with clay, charcoal, pastels, smudging, shading, and more! My next project for art will be a canopic jar of my fursona Zak. Anyways by this point we are pretty much up to right now at this very moment holy shit.
Thank you for taking the time to read this if you did,