Zakryah a dit :

uhh my dad tried to kill my mum and i on numerous occasions

this only my brother

I grew up with and almost perfect family. My mom divorced my dad when i was a baby and it kinda messed up my sister. made her sad.She went to a therapist with my mom. Their ok now. That was in the past. I started to mature in elementary. About 3rd semester of 6th grade. I was different. And it bothered people. im in middle school right now and i still can't find anyone mature. I mean, one of my friends strips on any pole she can find for gods sake! She says people give her money and it encourages her to continue...but, i guess its her choice, not mine. Anyway, i taught myself to grow up and i learned how to stay alone. I still hang out with them, but i just walk away from them

Summary: When i was a kid, i did childish things. But, when i found out i was growing up, i set all those childish things behind. Now, im happy :)

By sleeping, ofc.

123456

Does nobody else realize that giving out personal information like this is uber dangerous?

I grew up. Like everyone does. Except for the kids who die.

It's painful to talk about :T

mitosis

About this, I'm not going to say how I grew up, but, this is how it went. Whenb I was younger I was more childish, but now, i'm 10, turning 11 in like 28th april, and I've already cheated onto 13+ websites (not facebook though) since 2012. In the middle of 2012 I started acting like a teenager using swear words sometimes, but now i'm trying to act nice.

For those who think that i'm trying to act nice on purpose and think i'm an idiot, well, thats not true, !*#*. Infacty, being nice will change your life. I started from being stupid, getting way better than my past. My past was the worst of all time.

But now, I've got my chance, my lucky year is next year. And i'm trying to Achieve my life, as fast as I can. I hope you all understand about this, I didn't actually post about how I grew Up, I posted about my life. You will understand the changes, for those who are catholic.

Trial and error that's how we all grow up

Growing up is something i have yet to do.

Roflzor a dit :

Rly?
So in the place u live people call u "different" by thinking that this isn't a pretty normal behavior? Where exactly do u live? xD
Besides, thats nothing to do with being mature or not. Just because some adults strip, doesnt mean that u should do the same to become a mature person ^^
The only different people I see are those who doesnt have respect for themselves and strip like that. xD
Just keep yourself away from them cause u're on the right way, sweety! ^^

Thx :)

*cracks fingers*

I probably shouldn't type this out in the sour mood I'm in but oh well.

Alright, I was born into a family of 5 (I was the 5th one) and basically had all these health problems. Rare heart and lung problems to be exact, and honestly if you tried to wikipedia it only 2 sentences would show up on my diseases and such. Anyways, I had my first open heart surgery at 3 (though I had some metal coils put in at 2) and I was all dandy and crap.

Later on I was considered healthy enough for kindergarden but due to my health issues I looked like I had never eaten a day in my life. It got bad enough we checked a muscle doctor and I had a muscle biopsy on my left thigh to see if I had some kinda issue. I didn't but yay for another scar.

Kindergarden came and went, we moved for the 3rd time to somewhere (my dad's job was weird, so we'd hafta move a crap ton..I think we're up to like 12 times right now) and was put in 1st grade. I was so sick and miserable the whole time they had to pull me out or I risk having a lung removed due to constant infection. (My immune system was horrid)

So I was homeschooled, and had that for idk how long...then highschool rolled around. I kept getting more ill by the day (actually had a gray complextion) and at this point people avoided me for stupid reasons like if they'd get the disease somehow. So honestly I have been 95% friendless all my life, I learned to entertain myself lol.

Well after 2 years of testing they found out they actually messed up my initial heart surgery and made it worse, and had to go back in and fix it (I ended up having it done at 18). I went through that crap, physical therapy and even was attending college with a still healing sternum. I majored in various types of art and excelled in school (my only decent strong suit honestly) but I was still feeling ill a good ton.

Later on my doctor figured I had anti-depression and accidentally prescribed wrong medication (such as anti-psychotics and such) to me to which I became pretty much insane. I was hallucinating, I nearly tried killing family members and myself without realizing it and I was sent to the ER to which the people there put me in a cell with a iron door and said I had to stay in a psych ward.

After dodging being killed my a bi-polar schitzophrenic and some guy who kept thinking I was an illusion, my mother managed to pull me out. The process of getting off of those kinds of meds btw is nearly a year, so I'm 22 at this point.

I am now getting thoracic outlet surgery, having ribs removed due to scar tissue and blood vessles being crushed and all that, my last one was 2 months ago and my next one is tomorrow wracking my surgery count up to 8.

The hilarity is my mental issues were a severe vitamin D defiency. So I'm taking suplements and have been somewhat stable ever since. Ain't life grand.

Is this a writable version of Draw My Life O_O?

Ramenfrog a dit :

*cracks fingers*

I probably shouldn't type this out in the sour mood I'm in but oh well.

Alright, I was born into a family of 5 (I was the 5th one) and basically had all these health problems. Rare heart and lung problems to be exact, and honestly if you tried to wikipedia it only 2 sentences would show up on my diseases and such. Anyways, I had my first open heart surgery at 3 (though I had some metal coils put in at 2) and I was all dandy and crap.

Later on I was considered healthy enough for kindergarden but due to my health issues I looked like I had never eaten a day in my life. It got bad enough we checked a muscle doctor and I had a muscle biopsy on my left thigh to see if I had some kinda issue. I didn't but yay for another scar.

Kindergarden came and went, we moved for the 3rd time to somewhere (my dad's job was weird, so we'd hafta move a crap ton..I think we're up to like 12 times right now) and was put in 1st grade. I was so sick and miserable the whole time they had to pull me out or I risk having a lung removed due to constant infection. (My immune system was horrid)

So I was homeschooled, and had that for idk how long...then highschool rolled around. I kept getting more ill by the day (actually had a gray complextion) and at this point people avoided me for stupid reasons like if they'd get the disease somehow. So honestly I have been 95% friendless all my life, I learned to entertain myself lol.

Well after 2 years of testing they found out they actually messed up my initial heart surgery and made it worse, and had to go back in and fix it (I ended up having it done at 18). I went through that crap, physical therapy and even was attending college with a still healing sternum. I majored in various types of art and excelled in school (my only decent strong suit honestly) but I was still feeling ill a good ton.

Later on my doctor figured I had anti-depression and accidentally prescribed wrong medication (such as anti-psychotics and such) to me to which I became pretty much insane. I was hallucinating, I nearly tried killing family members and myself without realizing it and I was sent to the ER to which the people there put me in a cell with a iron door and said I had to stay in a psych ward.

After dodging being killed my a bi-polar schitzophrenic and some guy who kept thinking I was an illusion, my mother managed to pull me out. The process of getting off of those kinds of meds btw is nearly a year, so I'm 22 at this point.

I am now getting thoracic outlet surgery, having ribs removed due to scar tissue and blood vessles being crushed and all that, my last one was 2 months ago and my next one is tomorrow wracking my surgery count up to 8.

The hilarity is my mental issues were a severe vitamin D defiency. So I'm taking suplements and have been somewhat stable ever since. Ain't life grand.

ouch

I listened to music to block at the fighting of my family and parents. I was abused and now I beleive suicide is the best bet to get away from every thing.

Twerewolf a dit :

I listened to music to block at the fighting of my family and parents. I was abused and now I beleive suicide is the best bet to get away from every thing.

o_o
Derp.

Jjaakkee a dit :

o_o
Derp.

What?

I was born on April 2nd, 1996 in a family of 5(I was the fifth!)


When I was little, I just learned to remember:

I don't give a FUCK of what other people think of me.

I didn't fucking care if this guy said he didn't like me but I liked him.

But it was way too rough.
I was a very smart toddler and so, I went into preschool 1 year early, but then my teacher said I didn't need preschool, so I got sent to kindergarden.

Everyone made fun of me for being WAAAAAAAAAAAAY to young, but I was fine.
After all, Dont give a f!ck of what they think.
2nd grade came around, and I was fucking FAILINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
I got like straight D'S and C'S, but, everyone else had like F'S.


When 2ND GRADE gave me those grades, I got held back. Half of my friends(at the time, I had like 12)so maybe 6.
I swear, I was fucked up. My back was crooked, so my stupid teacher kept saying ''Sit up, Halei!'' but it was crooked, so I couldn't.

My friends use to make fun of me for being crooked-backed.
One thing I remember is this stupid kids Chris and AidenPhelps told my crush ''Halei likes you <3''
He came to me at recess and said ''I know you like me. But I don't like you.'' He walked away and didn't look back.
At that moment, I just ran out of the playground, and then went to the bathroom to cry.

I came out with my eyes all red, and eveyone was like, ''What's wrong?'' My crush walked by, took my hand, and ran me to the grass area. He said something I still remember:

''I do maybe like you...

Don't cry, don't, please....''

At that moment I really felt good about myself...
It was one moment I actually didn't feel like I was useless, an idiot, a failure.

3RD GRADE came around and I was doing GREAT!
We had a big test at the beginning of the year and guess what I got? 99%.

1 problem was off!

I felt so good, I almost was crying inside.
It was the one time that it actually mattered in my life.
One day I'd never forget, one day, I actually thought I had the material.

All the other grades FLEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW by, and soon, I was graduating from 8TH GRADE!

I got into a REAL good highschool, and found my new actual life matters:

Social Studies.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt, when I did it,I felt a spark.

Soon College came and I had to decide what focused on me the MOST.

I decided I would love to be a fulltime Lawer.

I tried hard in college, and finally got my Masters Degree.

But to this day, it still has been sitting shelf, my application.

I live now today with a great family, great friends, a great boyfriend, and everything I need.