I honestly don't know where to start.
Haha... I guess you would say "you can start at the beginning," but here's the thing, I don't really remember when this all started. My name is Roxas by the way and this is all about how I started my life of drugs, sex and rock'n roll. I guess I should start by simplifying these categories.
Drugs: I started just this summer. This cute girl named Ollette passed me a bong and that's how my journey of being a pot head began. I went over to her house one night with a few other people and I always wanted to try it at least once.
Sex: I've been having sex since three years ago at the age of sixteen. I ended up falling in love with a girl and we where both quite the sex maniacs for a while. It eventually died down and we broke up because she fell in love with someone else two years later.
She cheated on me for about two weeks before she broke up with me. I almost couldn't believe that she turned into such a whore. After the break up I just felt empty. I've had sex with three different people whom I've never loved in the past 6-ish months.
Rock'n Roll: Music I grew up with.
Right, I should start from the beginning.
Once upon a time there lived two twin boys, a mommy and a daddy. Mommy was never happy because daddy was a druggie and an alcoholic. By the time I turned three years old mommy and daddy split up.
It was nice. There was a lot less screaming in the house. Unfortunately, mommy was a whore. Men came and go until I was eight years old and she finally got married to an evil man.
My twin, Sora, and I didn't like him. At first we assumed that we didn't like him because he changed our lives. We moved away from the house we grew up in because of him.
Over time his colours began to show. One time he got into a fight with mommy and to relieve his frustration he decided to march down stairs and punch Sora in the face, giving him a black eye.
That man was odd. He screamed at me and would hit Sora. I could never understand how Sora was able to hold onto his sanity while mine slowly slipped away. By the time I was twelve, mommy's husband got cancer.
I wish he died from it, but unfortunately he survived. At the same time I got sick too, but mommy wasn't there for me, only Sora was. My brother is truly the only reason why I kept holding onto life at the time.
I became depressed and started to cut myself. I swear, I couldn't help it, I was mentally ill at the time. I only got help because my brother caught me trying to slit my wrist open one night.
He ended up bringing me to the E.R. in the middle of the night though I wasn't in any way physically injured. He, and that psychiatrist, told me that I was still very sick. I was on all sorts of drugs and therapy for four years and mommy was embarrassed of me.
Eventually mommy and that demon broke up and we moved once again, but now into a more small and peaceful home. That's until mommy developed her own mental illness, she became bipolar.
...And that's the summary of my childhood. Me and Sora are still pretty attached and he still continues to motivate me to live on. Sadly he doesn't live with me anymore.
He ended up going to college in a different city while I was stuck here, going back for another two extra years of high school. I was never all that great at school.
Sora wasn't exactly an A student either but he still managed to go through high school without failing a class. This time it's my turn to go to college. I'm finally going to be able to reboot my life, or so I hope I can.
I start college in a week from now.