The-Beauty-of-HATE

You think your life is hard?

Well, FUCK YOU. It has nothing on mine. My mom practically kicked my ass out of the house before I hit thirteen, and I never even met my dad. My only
friend till I was ten was the kool-aid prick next store who was always beating the shit out of me and telling me I wasn’t worth shit. Its not even like I had a choice. During my entire adolescence, I was moving around from place to place trying to get along with people who didn’t even want me.

You think that’s the worst? My only friend was an Asian guy in his thirties or something, who only kept me around because he thought I could help him get
laid. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this cute ginger chick. She was flat as a pancake, sure, but damn, she was a total nymph.
She must have been a sadist or something cause she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.

But dear god, the bane of my existence was this adult couple that I could NOT seem to avoid. You know, those absolutely sickening couples, like they wear
matching outfits and finish each other’s sentences? Yeah they were total creepers. They also had a cat, which was at least twice as annoying as they were. I swear, this thing would never shut the fuck up.

Like I said, I ended up moving from town to town getting into fights with other kids my age, even adults from time to time.

The only thing that kept me going was my dream to become a Pokemon master.