Post by theo on May 22, 2012 19:42:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] theodore liberty chimes. twenty-two. tourist. josh beech. | |
[rs=2] | You want to know so much fine. First we are going to get something’s straight. I’m not a ‘bad boy’, I’m not ‘looking for attention’, and by no means am I looking for anything out of anyone. I came fro a rich family. We had to be for all the damn kids. I had three older siblings, all doing their thing now, ones a surgeon, one is a computer programmer and my sister is a dancer. Were the hell they are beats me, they aren’t looking for me either. And I had a younger brother two, but he’s dead. That’s my family. Parents don matter cause I don’t matter to them either. What happened? So you assume a family falls apart for a reason? Yeah I guess with the whole ‘with every action is an equal and opposite reaction bullshit. Okay fine. Growing up my mother wasn’t kind to me. People would say she just wanted the best. With the other kids being such brilliant stars in life it makes sense. If I would have applied myself who knows maybe I could have been like them. Either case that didn’t happen. I grew up being the not good enough one. School was boring, I skipped most classes. My mother was not happy about that. I got expelled for fighting. I had my reasons. It wasn’t for the attention like people said. Just remember how cruel those kids could be growing up? Yeah I was trying to protect my little brother. It doesn’t matter now it didn’t work. I was sixteen when he did it. Nikki, my little brother died. It was suicide. I had enough of the bullshit that was the ritzy stupid town that I grew up in. So I ran. My family let me go. Six years I spent on my own, I don’t plan on attaching myself to anyone either so just stop yourself now from trying to be my friend. It’s been six years. Six and it still hurts. That doesn’t matter though. I survived because I could, it’s been hard because everyday I want to just see him again…. Get this straight to you ask about Nikki I’ll rip your tongue out. I don’t need your sympathy and I’ve already made the mistake of telling you too much. So let this be your one and only time hearing his name. I made it her doing things most people wouldn’t be strong enough to do, living off a diet of cigarettes and liquor mostly. The only honest work I do is art. There you go, don’t ask me again unless you want to end up with broken ribs. “ |
Alic, 22, eleven |
