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« on: July 02, 2015, 10:23:42 AM »
I was born in Houston into a family of loving psychopaths, with the exception of one of my aunts and my grandfather, who is unsurprisingly one of my best friends. I must be a psychopath myself because every day is a struggle to not kill the other psychos. The main problem with them is that most of them don't take medication for their mental bullstuff, but I can't tell them they need medicine because then they get offended. Anyway, my sister was born when I was six, and she's pretty much the most precious thing to me. For the first several years, however, I was a pretty huge richard, always telling her to go away when she was around. I guess I figured she was already getting enough extra attention. When I turned about 14 or so, I started to recognize that I shouldn't be a richard and I started treating her like, well, a younger sister. I'll often find myself giving her too much attention, sometimes treating her like a baby. I imagine this is because I regret not spending enough time with her when she WAS a baby. As far as my education goes, I'm falling behind. My parents never enrolled me into the regular school system, and I resent them for that. They did the whole homeschooling thing, but I was certainly missing out on important things, including the opportunities to meet more people and experience life outside of home. So my parents recognized my education wasn't to par, so when I was FIFTEEN, they enrolled me in a high-school-at-home program. Basically I started high school late, and now it's hard because I don't have the discipline to get all of the work done in the four year limit.
*sigh*