I will give you the story of my life, with every fuckin detail, even ones I have never told anyone.
I was born in 1995 in November, on the 9. My name is Jonathan. The first seven years of my life I spent with my mother and her boyfriend. His name is Mike. I consider him my dad, because my biological father is a douche
At the age of 7.5, I was taken by social services to a place called the "Nordic Court" in Grande Prairie, Alberta. I did not care though. I showed I cared, but I didn't feel that I cared. I didn't know why though. I was not crying or sad, or anything that it would be a long time until I would see my sisters, or mother again.
But I was to live with my father. He lived in Ranch Lands of Grande Prairie (They are appartments). He was selling drugs, and doing them. He dealt, and did Meth. I was then taken to a foster home where I did cry myself to sleep many nights, I did have fun, and I did have a dull boring farm life.
I then moved in with Mike, but that didn't last long because of his annoying girlfriends' kids. So I moved back with my mother.
I was with her for a year, until I was completed grade 5. I then got shipped to my dads because my mom wanted to keep me here.
My dad lived with his grandparents. There I had to constantly deal with being told I was wrong, and I was constantly harassed by MY OWN FAMILY. My dad also used to think it was funny to hit me across the head, and then think he was toughening me up. I had only dealt with it for a little while, until I moved again, after year 3. That lasted a Christmas because my mom is a moron.
I then moved back to my dads, where he was back to the usual, calling me down, making fun of me, and stupid shit like that. It was only last month I finally moved back to Mike's house (The kids are no longer annoying), and I am now staying here.
I have never felt truly close to my family.. I have felt the illusion, but not a true feeling. I could never explain it. I had 1 girlfriend that meant to most to me, but she found I was not what she was looking for. At the time, I was attracted to girls.
Then, I realized that an attraction to either gender will hinder my ability to advance in my intelligence, and it will only slow me down. I did not want another relationship because of that reason. I was 14 then, I am 15 now, and I still hold the same values. I do not plan to change.
I shaved my legs because I hated body hair. It pissed a lot of people off, but I like it. I feel more comfortable with shaved legs than with not.