well i do my best to tell my story as best as a uneducated person can forget perods and good grammer anyway i wake up early im eight years old i was a big fan of the aba ny nets this is over thirty years ago drj julius erving scored thirty something points my dad worked overnights as a policeman i couldnt wait for him to come home and tell him when he came i told him something didnt seem right this is when me and my three sisters where takin into our living room to talk with mom thats when i was told they where seperating so over thirty years later this still saddens me so the next thirty years where meet with depreesion drug alcohol addication self pity grandiosity my story can go on with the people i disapointed and hurt esp dad who always stood by me regardless my mom had some mental illness and couldnt handle much which i feel wasnt her fault i cant continue to far because i thing i could wind up writing a book if i got too much onto detail i of course dropped out of school started with marijuana pills coc and then came angel dust and crack after stealing from family and conning who ever many efforts by dad to get me clean i didnt stop finally i did stop using angel dust and coc for a long time weed also but 9ij forget to mention ever expanding waistling ive gainded and lost so many hundreds of pds so now im in my early twenties in good place but full of self esteem issues got into good shape started to make have some girlfriends even went bact to school for a minute well my hero dad dies at 58 i marrie a girl who enables me to gain 100s of pds start using coc and alcohol daily so here i am now in my 40s 400lbs om all kinds of depressive meds no job and only have worked low paying jobs with a depression i feel deep in my bones the one thing i know though there is hope no matter how bad it gets just so far not for me and i really believe most of it though is on me ill end this now | |
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