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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Re-born (this site i hope) Heh, almost three months since my last entry. Well, I imagine that i will be adding alot more in the time to come, and yes. i know i need a better layout, but fuck, im the only one who reads this, so whats it matter? I look back on the shit from 1-4 years ago, most of it disgusts me, hell nearly all of it does. but i can see how it has made me the person i am today, I think its been quite some time since i have talked to you, so allow me to introduce myself My name is Daniel Allen, I am now 19 years of age, In grade eight i was expelled from all goverment ran schools, then sent to the royal alex hospital for 6 months. When i was released, i lived a fairly normal life, unfortianitly i was unable to return to the typical needs of society, and in grade 10 was again expelled from school, and placed in the "rise", a group home, waiting transfer to a high security treatment center, wich thankfully never happened. While i remember these things, namely because i cant live a day without running into someone who makes a point of reminding me, i do not remember much else, my friends, enemys, loves, what caused this, and i am glad that i kept a damn long record, Now, almost three years later, i live in a townhouse near the pioneer schools, i have not finished my education, nor do i belive i am able to without starting in at least grade eight, and i work a shit dead end job, that allows me to pay my bills. My friends are extremely limited, namely because i hate them, i belive the only reason i stay in contact with them is because if i didnt, well, i would do nothing but work and sleep, which allthough suits me fine, would get more than annoying, especially when the depression kicks in I was in love once, and only once, hell some times i still think i am, but it was for the better that it was ended, or atleast i like to convince myself that, i know it wasnt, and thats why i am still in love, yet i lack the courage, and am disgusted by the thought of trying to face shit, even though i have been told that she would be more than willing to try again, so when it comes down to it, im a shell, a person who wakes up, eats, works, then sleeps, because their is nothing else to do, and i am scared to do anything else, i am in a deeply set routine that cannot be changed, without deeply wounding all that i know and trust, yet i yearn for somthing to do just that, fuck, i think its that time yours in peace death and war 5:24 a.m. - 2006-04-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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