Hi I'm just going to get it all out there and explain my life.
My name is Dustin Thompson.
I started noticing life in a different way around 11. I first started hearing about computers and consoles and I wanted to get in on it. All the things people said about me how I was a little kid and should get offline did not faze me at all. My mom fell inlove with a douche who put us into fostercare for 6 months. It was hard and strange at first but than I learned to just deal with it and get on with my life. After fostercare we went to live at our Dad's house. He gave us our own laptop's. I started playing runescape and World of Warcraft non-stop. The first year at the new school was good....but than the 2nd year came. I was getting bullied on the bus and at school. I started playing RS and Wow allot more frequestly...Every chance I got to; I slacked hard on my grades. I fell into a deep depression during the middle of the year when everyone did not really liked me. I had no real friends. I turned to gaming and eating to make me feel better. It helped allot when I was out of school but when I was in school I started thinking maybe people would not care if I lived or not. I tried suicide as an option once. Never really fell through it. The wehight started catching up to me all the time sitting and playing on a laptop did not help. I was not fat but chubby. A whole conflict later we moved to California with my mom. That's when my depression really kicked off. I was starting the 8th grade in Cali. and I had no friends it was the ghetto and everyone was in a group when I was at launch. There were allot of school fights and such so I felt scared. The bullying got even worse at this new school. I was afraid of everyone I met. I found myself my own little corner next to some dumpster's were I would sit in peace at launch and just think.....I weared this beanie...it was a superman beanie. And I would always hear kids making fun of it and stuff. This one kid for a week would follow me around I got so sick of it I finaly told the counclir and almost punched the guy. The counclir didn't really do much but get him to stop. I saw them look at me all the time.... 8th grade was a hell whole...The only thing that made me not kill myself or do bad thing's was Minecraft. That game that allot of people make fun of sorta saved me. I was just a kid in a messed up world. 9th grade first year of highschool. Things started looking up. I had a friend and I spent 3 months over at his house basicly. I started doing bad thing's though. I carried a knife with me every where I went... My friend was not very well liked... and we were also not in a very safe neighbor hood. He helped me get my confidence up to ask a girl out during fall break. My first girl friend! But sadly it was unreal... My friendship turned out to be a big lie. I do not want to go into full detail about what officialy happend but here is a short story. He had told her that I did not like her and he told me that she didn't really liked me. I fell to my knee's when all of this happend. Bringing this up now made me tear up a bit. After fall break she was dating my other friend... later to find out that is all my friend wanted her to date. So um yeah...I was all alone again and fell into an even deeper depression...A depression Doctor's would make you take pill's for and seek a shrienk... I started stealing stuff and even tried weed once or twice... I finaly got caught from my stealing at my school...I had never been introuble like that before... After the meeting with the principle my mother instantly through me into Homeschooling for the next 2 years... I again slacked on my grades through that whole time. I played video games non-stop. I just could not get over what had really happend...Video games were my escape from real life. My mom met this Airforce guy who I consider my real father. He gave us a nice home and I lofe ihm like a dad. We are now in Kentucky and my life is really really good. I'm interested in school again and I have friends. I'm inching off of gaming and hopefully maybe one day asking out another girl. My firends that I have now I spend my weekends with them. I consider them my brother's and there mom my mom.
My Dream
My dream in life is to join the US Military. To serve my country and it's people. To show the world that not everyone is bad. To fight my countries battles. My hero is my father. Larry Bredwell Tech Seargent of the US Airforce.
