Hi there, this is an autobiography. I am probably going to switch from third to first person based off of how I feel about a certain topic. Either way, believe it or not this is how I came to be me. Pretty much the only reason I am writing this is because I hate having to keep saying this to people. Saying that there are things that I can't do because of something horrible that happened ages ago, it sucks. I'm going to take names and twist them around for various people because identities and such, but if you know me and you are reading this, no punches are getting pulled mate.
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