I was born, dont think I need to explain how that happened.
When I was brought home, I was a loud ass whiner. Gimme this gimme that, I was the biggest bitch ever.
My two older brothers Damon and and Josh were uh both unique. Josh had Aspbergers and loved to hold me and try to shake me to death and Daniel liked to make sure Josh didnt kill me.
I hated Josh, even when I was a baby I hated him. It takes a lot to make a damn baby hate you.
We had a dog Boomer, best fucking dog ever! He let us ride on him all the time. He died when i was 4 surprisingly I kinda remember him. We got another dog Baxter he was a fucking nightmare. We got rid of him, then had another baby.
Suddenly they all stopped paying attention at 5 nobody would even tuck me in. Esme took all the attention, i hated her. I tried to get rid of her numerous times. After I got over that phase she followed me everywhere. Anoyying as hell.
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Non-FictionRants, rants, and more rants. Stupid shit that I think about. And about my smut life. Bit by bit you will here my life story between the rants.
