Disclaimer: My name isn't Josh, so I don't own anything, except for the ideas in my head.
This isn't a story about pretty butterflies and candy canes and happy endings. This isn't a fairy tale that Walt Disney dreamed up and is very happy to share his story with the little children who idealize him and keep him alive in spirit. This is a story about the real world. A world full of lies, betrayal, sex, drugs, hate, love, and lust.
The real world isn't full of happy endings, nor is it full of the easy road to a life of complete and utter happiness. Why? Because it doesn't exist. It is not humanly possible to sustain happiness for an extended period of time.
Life is not a Disney movie where the princess gets her prince charming in the end, and the bad guy is forever unable to do evil again, until the sequel comes out. The truth is that in life, there are no happy endings. There are no second takes, or editing rooms that leave your screw-ups on the cutting room floor where no one can see them. It doesn't exist.
I learned that lesson at a young age, an age when most kids my age thought that bad stuff only happened on T.V. or in the movies. My life has been a dark journey, with spaces of light in between the darkness.
My story is filled with sadness, disappointment, happiness, confusion, jealously, betrayal, love, heartbreak, and so much more. (And I've only been alive for 18 years.)
You really want to know my story?
OK, you asked for it.
This is the story of me, Ryan Attwood, as told through my eyes and how it really happened.