Chapter 1: When Things Were Happy and Content

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I came from a great loving family,
two parents that always stood by me , close to my brother when we were younger but he always was off with his friends as he grew up. Me however I was very alone I mean my best friend was my mom. I was still a very kind and sweet child but still was so lonely. My brother, he made friends easily but I guess I was just weird and different? To me it didn't bother me I wasn't afraid to be myself. If
Someone doesn't like you for who you are then fuck them!! In the picture is my dog Kairos, she passed away bless her soul. My family in this picture, we looked so happy. My parents our both very creative people. My mother was an opera singer and my father was a rabbi. "SIDE NOTE" (a rabbi is like a Jewish priest, AKA VERY FUCKING STRICT). They just had really high standards for me but I just didn't wanted to conform to what they wanted me to be I just wanted to be me. My brother, he did everything the right way he was the golden child and I was always making crazy decisions and wild mistakes. We were just very different.

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