My life is satisfactory. Nothing complicated, really. I'm 15, I go to school, have a girlfriend, quite a few friends, and I play guitar. My grades are considered class-average. I'm an only child.
Born in Canada, moved to California just a couple of days before my 6th birthday. I lived in a bad apartment complex for 2 years, dealing with some sociopath named JC. The kind of kid that you'd expect to grow up and either become a junkie or murderer. I was 6 or 7 when I first learned that he was loveually active, even though he was only a year older than me. I guess he was messing with one of the other boys in the complex. We ended up getting two cats for the time we lived there. Eventually, I met my first best friend in California. Turns out he was gay.
2 years passed, I moved to my current town. I was new, didn't know anyone. I made 2 friends on my first day of school. One is still my best friend, the other does ecstasy on a regular basis. Nothing exciting happened for me up until 9th grade. Nothing up until I met a really manipulative girl that messed with me for about 4 months. She made me depressed for all that time, but no one took me seriously. So I stayed depressed for about another 4 months.
Now I'm in 10th grade. I met another girl; one who I actually care about. We started off friends, got to know each other more, and now we've been together for almost 4 months. My grades got really bad first semester, and now in the second, they're somewhat decent. I've met more people, and have a lot more friends, too.
There are only a couple of exciting moments in my life, but nothing really out-of-the-blue for some of the people on these forums. My dad was a meth addict, my parents got divorced, I tried drinking in 9th grade; it's nothing big.
And there's my life story. MLIA
