@Virtuetuetue
I think I'm done. Sorry everyone. If you remember it, feel free to take anything I've written before. Don't even need to credit me.
@Virtuetuetue Yeah, sorry to see you go, I wish you good luck in your life. I'm likely to take the story for myself. Sad to know I don't need to give credit to you, but I will anyways, your writing was incredible.
Hey guys. I’m just checking in to say a few things. I’m sorry for disappearing like I have. Life has always been rough, but somehow it got a bit rougher, and I haven’t been able to do much. I’m not bearing good news today, so you could say it found a way to get even worse.
I’m here to vent right now, so you might waste your time reading on.
I’m young. Only 18 years old, I would be turning 19 in less than a month. I don’t remember much of my early life. Some vague memories come to mind, but nothing substantial. I do remember not ever having a single home.
We would move constantly. I’ve switched schools half a dozen times through elementary alone.
I’ve always been a bright kid even if a little lonely. I was great at math, and reading was my favorite pastime.
My parents weren’t great, but I loved them; especially my mother. I was a mama’s boy.
That didn’t last forever. When I was twelve going thirteen, my mother and father split. Father was cheating, and mother was done with it.
I came with my mother and brother to our current state further north. It was rough at first, but I got to meet family that I hadn’t remembered ever meeting before.
My brother was a hellhound. He was prone to tantrums. He would throw things across the room, scream up and down the walls, and if you were to close, or he wanted to, he would try to beat your face in.
People tell me nowadays that it wasn’t my responsibility, but I pretty much had to parent him myself. My mother didn’t discipline him at all, and my only other alternative was to live with his threat of violence.
That was hell, but I wrestled him under at least loose control. He’s still prone to screaming tantrums, but after about four/five years, he lost his edge for violence. I think I did alright.
My mother was worse. While not violent, she was a huge druggy. She’d steal anyone’s pills she could get a hold of, and she’d knock herself out for days at a time. I tried working with her.
Damn… I can’t say I’ve experienced the same things you have, but it still hurts just reading it. I hope whatever life throws your way you still find a way to be happy.
@VirtueHearth I'm sorry that has happened to you V. You were dealt with the most awful hand to have. I can never relate to any of your sufferings from your own family. It was good that you vented here. I would have never known what was beneath the mask of a talented person.
@VirtueHearth I’ve broken down so many times. I’ve never asked for a lot in life, but is it so hard to ask for happiness? Is it too much to want to be able to love my own mother? I’m tired. There’s no happy ending here. Today, as we were on a pretty expensive vacation, we found an empty bottle of my grandmother’s pills. I was going to wait until we were home to confront her, but then I found my brother’s as well. Both were just refilled. I don’t have a single good memory with her anymore. Her face only reminds me of how my childhood was stolen from me. When I go to the Army, today was what I wanted to remember. I just needed one memory to come back to. She stole that from me, so I will not return. I’m sorry if this doesn’t match what you all may perceive me as, but I had to say this somewhere. I couldn’t hold this to myself any longer, and I didn’t know where else to say it.
Did you remove your other story? :(
@UnitedCactus21 I removed it with the intention of rewriting in the future. It'll be back. I'm not sure when, but it will.
What is a good website to watch anime on?
Not writing today. Grandmother choked on ribs. Cousin beat me to giving the Heimlich.
@VirtueHearth I doubt I will. Still trying to figure out how to describe purring to someone like Eri (basically anybody who has no idea what anything is) without using the word “vibrating”
So, I just drove back from the DMV.
Did you catch that?
That’s right...
I drove! I drove back from the DMV after my test, and believe it or not (believe it), I have my license!
Life has been hectic lately, but I’m happy. I have never been this genuinely proud of something in my memory.
Too everyone that wished me luck and supported me, thank you. You all make living life a little easier.
@Alinafairybooksanime I will make sure to hit absolutely everything I can with no exception.
So, continuing the recent barrage of announcements that may or may not contain more information than should ever be allowed to be seen on Wattpad, I have news!
Tomorrow, I’m going to be taking my driver’s test. That means that I’m waking up bright and early to do what most teens and some adults dread; fail a major turning point in my life.
With a little more optimism, and a little bit of luck, I should have my license tomorrow! If not, then I’m effectively out of chances due to restrictions regarding the vehicle I’m using.
On a slightly less excessive note, I laid some concrete today. I also tied some rebar together, but that wasn’t as interesting. My hands look like a PG-13 indie slasher film.
I have so many regrets right now, and I’m not sure how to cope.
@VirtueHearth try to laugh them off, I don't know how major your regrets are, but considering that mine are minor, I simply think of my future self's reaction when she remembers how much I regretted that, and I believe my future self would find it silly af, considering that all my regrets are about things I said and how they probably made people think of me, and considering how much I've improved from my validation seeking problem, I believe my future self wouldn't have that anymore, so I think of it as remembering how I was when I was first having trouble with that, and to be honest, I find it quite silly of me now.
Some advice, I just pace in my room each night and talk about my problems. Idk if it'll help you, but I suggest trying it.
After more time than I'm willing to admit, I've published the first chapter of Define Immortal (The Rewrite). It has been a long time coming, but I can finally move on from the atrocities of the original.
With that being said, I've taken a different approach compared to the original version. While I hope it comes across as an improvement, time will tell.
I believe I should have more time available to me in the upcoming days. I also believe I'm notorious for claiming to have more time available to me and still not updating, so while I hope to update at least slightly more often, I'll make no promises.
Nonsense aside, as I'm writing with the intent of improvement, let me know what you loved and/or hated about the original. I'm only human, and the only perspective I can see from is my own, so your opinions mean a lot to me.
Ceremony is over. I’m officially a graduate! Now, they kind of screwed me over throughout the award ceremony. Apparently, people had received ribbons and ropes to wear depending on what they’ve been in. I was supposed to have received accessories for Thesbians and Enlisting, yet all I received was a blood rope for donating.
Aside from that, I received my diploma! No rewards, unfortunately, but that’s okay. I’m glad(?) it’s over.
There was a point I would be in love, but your heart is with Quintin. I’ll go cry in the adult world now; without a smol boi by my side. :,)
