04-01-2010, 11:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2010, 11:54 PM by fred_18_2008.)
Debating for a moment if i should've posted this, and decided, what the hell eh?
the only true shit that happens i can say is mostly due to my biological parents fault, for the first few months of my life i think..*shrug* don't recall, but they didn't really take care of me or my sister. they were alcoholics and party goers. by the time my mom and them came by once again and found out that the two neglected us they took us in. She and my grandma asked them social workers what would happen to me, they said i would've went to some old couple, assuming i lived that long. They said i had lost the will to live or some such thing, since my parents never once picked me up or held me i think...*shrug* also i had rashes so bad since they didn't change my diaper. no nutrients i think, the only thing being water i guess. Before this i think we were passed around family members.
my father hopefully comes around this time and sobers up, i know he's on his last chance. He was admited to the hospital a few weeks back with pneumonia, hulluncinations (I think he was trying to sober up cold turkey and was on withdrawal), and most likely a slew of other problems. My mother died a long time ago, not sure when, just that she died in a car accident.
anywho, after my mom(and the family) took us in took us to church and just generally mothered us two, i eventually came around. that is really the only shitful thing i can think of. the shit seems to happen to everyone else around me though, thats for sure. i am sure though in the coming years(months maybe) that shit will hit me with a vengence.
the only true shit that happens i can say is mostly due to my biological parents fault, for the first few months of my life i think..*shrug* don't recall, but they didn't really take care of me or my sister. they were alcoholics and party goers. by the time my mom and them came by once again and found out that the two neglected us they took us in. She and my grandma asked them social workers what would happen to me, they said i would've went to some old couple, assuming i lived that long. They said i had lost the will to live or some such thing, since my parents never once picked me up or held me i think...*shrug* also i had rashes so bad since they didn't change my diaper. no nutrients i think, the only thing being water i guess. Before this i think we were passed around family members.
my father hopefully comes around this time and sobers up, i know he's on his last chance. He was admited to the hospital a few weeks back with pneumonia, hulluncinations (I think he was trying to sober up cold turkey and was on withdrawal), and most likely a slew of other problems. My mother died a long time ago, not sure when, just that she died in a car accident.
anywho, after my mom(and the family) took us in took us to church and just generally mothered us two, i eventually came around. that is really the only shitful thing i can think of. the shit seems to happen to everyone else around me though, thats for sure. i am sure though in the coming years(months maybe) that shit will hit me with a vengence.
Many times lost, many times found again.
