Everything started as I was sitting in my room. I was about nine years old and will never forget that moment in time. The time my mental state turned into insanity. I could never understand why untill I had gotten older. But that was the day my Father had died. My drunken son of a alchohalic mother had killed him. I had been moving from friend to friend stay with them for small periods of time. But I had no where else to go. My sister lived about two hours away from me. My brother was in a complete diffrent state. My uncle and I were awkward together. I was more attatched to my friends that anything esle. I was attacthed to my father. But sadly he had to leave me. But this was only the beginning.
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