Other people have ruined my life, screwed it up pretty bad. I have made few minor mistakes, and been crucified for them thoroughly. I grew up in Las vegas, but honestly, my life was bound to be rough. My parents divorced when I was 2 years old, and I went back and forth between both houses until I was 15 years old. At that time I decided to live full time with my dad, because my mom is fucking crazy. My living schedule went by my dad's schedule, as he is an airline pilot and is only home not even half the time. My Mom is mentally ill, whether she's Bipolar, BPD, or anything is under question. I do know that she is a fierce alcoholic, yet she manages to maintain a respectable job as a school teacher and has a decent house and financial situation. She's such an alcoholic that I specifically remember getting very drunk at 14 years old once or twice at her enjoyment. The stories of me growing up go on and on, I was abused mentally and somewhat physically by my mom, at least until i was big enough to fight back. I have moved so goddamn much throughout my life, an example is that I attended 5 different high schools, and i am just now ending my senior year. My whole life, the only thjing I've really seen myself doing is playing ball; I'm not much good at anything really. I played basketball and football my whole life growing up, and ran track as well. Before my Junior year of High school, as per my Mom's guidance and my own distressed, i decided to move to Oregon, where my whole Mom's side of the family lives. I moved in with my aunt and cousin and things have been absolute hell since then. My Mom's family is just as crazy as herself, and they seem to hate me as well. They have done nothing but try to make me look like a fool and ruin my life, all the while putting on a smiling face in public. They do this to make sure they get all the money from my grandparents, and my Mom and I get none. As it turns out, my mom's sister is 53 years old, and lieing about having a job, and the rest of the family is trhe same lazy ass good-for-nothing POS that try to make me out to be the bad guy. Since I moved so much in HS, i didn';t do that well, I have about a 2.8. I am trying to get into a Junior College that one of my football coaches has a recruiting hook up to, so i can go play football, and it is in California, so I will not have to deal with this mess in oregon. I'm a somewhat big kid naturally around 6'3' and about 220 pounds right now. I have expended so much energy into training, lifting, eating, lifting, etc. In my life, it's about the only thing i know how to do. I have no real friends, just acquaintances or people that try to use me for a wingman or some other BS. I have no one helping me out usually, I feel more often than not like I am a one-man army. I am a sinking ship at that, I have suffered for many things people have done to me that i myself had no part in. I have no one that even seems to much care about me, except my dad, my Mom, and my dad's family that I hardly see that lives in Wisconsin. I've had sex and all that enough, but I hardly have had any gf's, and the one i did have that seemed to care for me and help me out broke up with me awhile ago. I suppose I just don't have time for a gf, considering I have school, sports, college, home life, and battling my family that I dsomehow have to balance out on a daily basis. I don't drink, I don't do drugs and never have, I have tried to do the best I can in school, in sports, in relationships, I try to spend every minute of every day doing something useful. Yet I sit here, every night, alone and depressed, hoping my life will someday get better. I started off life at a disadnvatage, my parents are well-educated, well-employed, respectable people yet failed at raising their one and only child. "God blessed the child who can hold his own" | |
Now, you're off to the races. I'd get smoking high and go over to your moms and tell her to suck your fat meatwhistle. If she does, great, you just got your meatwhostle sucked...by your mom no less, but if she just gets mad and screams at you then I would go upstairs and take a big fat steamy dump on her bed and then say "YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE BROWNIE, BITCH!!!". Then, I'd go over to my dads house and call in a bomb threat to his airline and they'll know it's his number so he'll probably only get to fly for like another month or so until they figure it out,. but then he'll be broke and you can introduce him to chicken crank.
Finally, I'd go to Save-u-mart and get a dubuque canned ham , and I'd cut a slit in it , name it hammy sue, and fuck the slit, and then bake it and serve it to grandma.
She'll be like hey this is saltier than normal, but also more proteiney! Nice job Cunty Joe the bug fucker!
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