Biograhpy...?

   I was born in Germany, July 9th 1990. Due to my parents being dicks, not entirely sure where I was born. Maybe in Berlin or something. I lived as a baby in Germany for 2 years, no memory of anything that happened while I was there.

   Then my parents had some idea to move to America, so we did. I grew up in Pinckney, Michigan, and still live here to this day. For the first 2 years of my schooling, (Preschool and kindergarten) I went to a religious private school. Everyone there believed in God, but for me I had no religion. My glasses were rounded, I had some sort of bowl hair cut, and I got the nickname HP. Stood for Harry Potter. My brother had a shit teacher, and my parents rook responsibility and moved us to a public school.

   I spent another 4 years of schooling at Farley Hill. I met a friend named Alek, and we were both weird as fucking hell. We somehow became friends, and still are to this day. I gave him the nickname Normal. Nothing exciting happened until middle school.

   Once I got into 5th grade, shit got FUBAR. I was introduced into the world of computers, and became addicted to the internet. I never did my homework nor focused in class because I was too busy thinking about looking at vore pictures and playing games. My teacher lost it with me, and she fucked up my life to this day. She's the reason I'm sadistic, and part of the time I have suicidal thoughts.

   6th Grade I did a little better, nothing too important there other than me getting some therapy and shit.

   7th Grade came, and man was I fucked up. I met a few so called friends in which were "Pinky" Travis, Taylor and Simon. Simon was a pretty cool guy, along with Taylor but I had to bust him out of so much shit it was crazy. I did a little better with schoolwork and all that.

   8th Grade is about the same as 7th, except for one detail. Our school was going ape-shit with anti-bullying, but what a good campaign they did. At least a quarter of the school was getting bullied, and I got all sentimental and thoughtful. (Bullshit unbelievable cliché time.) So I started taking action. Fuck, I was becoming a bully of the bullies. I was saving every kid's ass I could. I was respected by lots, but hated by lots aswell.

  Highschool, nothing too important.

  College? Didn't go.

  Then SNAFU happened. I was 22 years old, I was at Panera getting come coffee or something. I see some hot guy in the distance, and he sees me too. I'll admit, I freaking panicked. I legit started trembling and sweating fucking Niagara fucking falls. (Won't go into detail about this, because I can barely remember shit from the experience.) Ended up getting a boyfriend that day, named Harry. He looks like Richard/Hammond from Top Gear.

  Now, just a little insight, I was supposed to move out of this shit-hole family 2 years ago. But something goatfucked it up for me, and I wont say why. Hard to explain, hard to understand. Gonna move out for sure to an apartment in 2-4 months. Then I plan to move back to Germany or Russia.