So, I said in my last post that I would talk about why I have to put up a facade (don't have access to the accented c) in front of others, and I will. After I talk about other stuff.
Yesterday, I got home to find out that I wasn't connected to the Internet, even though it SAID I was connected, nothing was actually connecting. So, I half-destroyed some stuff, slammed other stuff, then took a shower to cool off, hence the shower sulking for like 2 hours. Anyways, I digress. I obviously have the Internet fixed now, so yay. The issue was that I was on our old providers Internet, not the new one, but now I'm on the new one, say yeah, problem solved :)
So, with still a sore throat and some nasal issues, I'm kinda tired. Today was fairly active for me. Who knew sitting in a car, restaurant, car again, then a chair for hours could be so tiring, eh? I actually spent half the day- okay, a quarter of the day lazing around with no Internet, watching Tomorrowland and reading a book on Wattpad at the same time. Then I went to lunch with my dad and his friend Nick, and we discussed game nerd stuff, like Fallout 4, the Xbox One Elite, the Xbox One Elite Controller, and then they talked about Forza (bleh). Then Nick came over and fixed my Internet issues (yay!). In a few hours I'm gonna step outside to freeze my ass off handing out candy, whilst eating the candy I'm supposed to be handing out (what, I'm not allowed some?!). I like to do parentheses after a sentence (got a problem with that?). :p
Okay, story time. I shall now tell you of my past. Snippets of course, spread through out various blog posts, but in as chronological an order as I can muster.
So, when I was in like 1st grade, I really didn't have any friends. At all. Looking back on it now, the person who I called my only friend at the time really wasn't even my friend, he was just a boy who took pity on my and my lack of ability to socialize normally. But outside of school, I still didn't have any friends, so I was bored a lot, and hell, I got along better with older people anyways, which leads up to some fucked up shit. But I digress. Anyways, I lived in relatively the same area for 1st and 2nd grade, one street over was this teenager, I don't remember if he was in middle or high school, but he was at least 5 to 10 years older than me. I liked to hang around him a lot, I pretty much worshiped him, I found him so cool as a kid. He cut down trees in his backyard with a machete, smoked, walked around barefoot all the time, played video games, pretty much the ultimate bad ass in my eyes. And then things get weird.
I was young, I had no idea what he was having me doing was wrong or illegal. But what he had me do was... suck his dick. Yes. He had a 1st/2nd grader suck his dick and play with it. I don't remember if I was curious about it, or if he had me do it. But either way, he allowed it, it was illegal (I'm pretty sure) and if not illegal, extremely morally wrong. I don't remember if there were other things, but what I do remember is one severely vivid memory of one of those times where he was having me play with it. My mom still talks to this dudes' great grandmother, who he lived with at the time. I could tell her about what happened in that house. I probably should. But there's this little part of my brain that wonders if I imagined the whole thing. I don't know, I don't think I did, but who knows, really. So yeah, that's some of my past, and that's all for this post.
I'll catch y'all later, and thank you Ricky Pine for being my first follower :) Alex signing out.
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