This is really just a shit ton of OVERLY personal stuff that for some reason people like hearing about, so here it goes..
You can call me Cyndi.
I guess I'll start off my saying what a fucking tool I am. Honestly, I'm shitty to almost everyone I know. I beat myself up a lot, if you can't already tell. I don't think I deserve anything but on the on the other hand I'm cocky as fuck and no one deserves to sit within a 50 foot radius of me. You'll catch on to my pathetic sense of humor with time, don't worry, friend.
Growing up in the biggest city in Nebraska, (I KNOW SHUT THE FUCK UP) I had little to no friends. My family was composed of my drunken father who was an uncontrollable dick head with a disgustingly overpowering ego and a gambling problem. And my mom, an unreasonable, naive bitch with no reasoning or responsibility. So some how those two found each other on some gay ass radio station, call in thing (blah blah blah) and they married within a year and produced a perfect child. Me. Okay soon enough you'll notice I'm the most sarcastic little fucker you'll ever meet and you won't even question my bullshit, but anyways.. I was born, and after me were two more girls who I'll tell you about later, so you can get your own view on them.
When I was younger I was "clinically depressed" and I've been on meds since. This isn't a sob story don't worry I'll be real in a bit, I just gotta give you a lil background information. I was really weird, honestly, like I wouldn't wear anything but sweatpants and sweatshirts and I had hella fucked up teeth and an awkward bob haircut with a middle part. I'm cringing thinking about it, no. But while I was in this stage I moved to the other side of the state when my parents divorced, but it's been over 5 years and to this day my dad still works endlessly to try and fuck my life up. I originally lived with my grandma when I moved here. She's just like my mom, and nothing like me.
As puberty started to hit, I begun seeing who I am and realizing that I have a pretty interesting look on things, it's honestly hard for me to put into perspective but I promise I'll try.
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Non-FictionTo be brutally honest with you, this is basically my diary. Everything documented in this is based off of my life events and every update will probably be expressed differently, depending on how shitty people have been to me on the day I post it. Ju...