Austin Cowler, My Story

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It all started when my parents had a bit of an accident, back in the turn of the millennia, 2000. They were just married, just had their first kid, which was a total fuck up by the way, and then they not only accidentally had another, they accidentally had fucking twins. well, that's their problem, isn't it.

Regardless, i'm here, so who cares how. The important thing is what I do now that i'm here, isn't it? or does that even matter? ah well who cares which is true, it just matters which one you believe is true. Your mind controls your actions, so what you believe is what is real.

But enough about that, let's get back to the story. Ok, not necessarily "the" story, but more of my story, you know? stories, what are they exactly? you tell a story, right? and that story involves other stories and those other stories may be parts of or tell about entirely different stories. So when you tell a story, are you really telling the story you think you are, or is everyone who's listening hearing something different?

Anyway, this is about my story. Or more or less is my story, it may be a part of my story or simply contain my story. Whatever it is though, it tells about me and that's what's important. Well, to me at least.

Where to start? when I was born? I would if I remembered that far back, but then again, would I? Or would I try to start before then, cause I feel that no matter how far back we remember, we will always want to try to tell about what happened before that.

But for my story, or at least what of it I can tell, Let's start in seventh grade, because that's where everything in my life went from boring repetitive shit that's probably the same as every other white young American to being something more complex. That's when everything went from simplistic, boring childhood to being complicated, stressful teen hood.