Let me start by saying that I'm 15. Not 16 (yet) not 18 and sure not 20. This year is my freshman year in highschool. I'm a fun and funny person to be around is what I've been told. I play football, run track, (not this year) and I swim sometimes. But pit almost everyday and a lot of effort into jrotc. Not what most think, the program is great! But Yupp I'm about done here. I mainly write poetry but I can try some new things, and I'm ALWAYS up for anything that you want me to write about. Just don't be a completely off idea.
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Update: I am 23 and fairly inexperienced in life I wasn't "raised" since my second parent passed while I was 11. I was in a program. But I moved towns and couldn't see my mentor anymore. My new family accused him of being a pedo at the time. He never touched me. But my changing and overloaded kid brain was fried. I was a husk. Just a vessel. All caused me to push away my mentor and only real father figure. So trusting no one I crawl through life in a dream, my own world really, totally disconnected from reality. This was my safe place, this was my reality, as well as my defense. The link has finally been cut. And as I stand here finally lucid I wonder if I ever grew from that point.