I am, to be honest, kinda mentally fucked up. At times my mind tends to turn in upon itself and swim endlessly in ever decreasing circles. The sad fact is that mostly I do enjoy being depressed, though few of my friends understand why (or would want to). Anyway this section of my page will prolly give you more of an understanding of why I'm like this.
I was born in Brisbane, Australia sometime late in 1978 at the Mater Children's hospital. I remember very little up until the age of 2 when we lived in an old house in Annerley, there was a nice old lady down the street who I think gave me lollies on the sly. About 6 months after that my mum & dad got divorced and the shit kinda hit the fan. I went to live with my mum cause that was basically the standard thing back then, I have no idea whether my dad wanted me and I kinda don't want to. All my life I've heard from mum what a shitty little kid I was back then but I don't really consider her opinion either objective or impartial. Most of that period is a blank so I'll skip all the way to primary school.
We lived in Mount Gravatt but I went to Wondall Heights state school because mum was a grade 2 teacher there. I did well in primary school and had some good friends (special greet to Jason, Michael, Mark & Matthew who I've all lost contact with) but I kind of developed a defensive attitude about who I was. With mum a teacher (and a bitchy, disliked one at that) and me being tagged a 'gifted child', I basically developed a persona to avoid being the geek. This involved becoming the class clown, I was always ready with a smart ass remark or a quick quip and it became second nature to me. Unfortunately I tended to take it too far (still do) and I spent most of grade 3-4 being roasted by my teacher or the principal. After that I got back on track for a while and had fun with soccer, sprinting, swimming (50 metre breast stroke was my fave) and handball (which I owned at but found out recently I've lost the knack for). My marks came back up and all was cool on the school front, though at home was increasingly shitty. I spent nearly all my time fighting with mum, which basically ended up with both of us swearing, yelling, screaming, etc and her hitting me with whatever kitchen implement came to hand. Towards the end of grade 7 everyone was asking someone to the graduation dance, I went out with Karen a really nice, pretty girl who I'm sorry I didn't get to know better or keep in touch with. At that point relationships were basically just 'umm ya wanna go out with me? wow cool'. I ended up the year getting Principal's award (runner up-dux) and a few other things and so ended my formulative years at Wondall.
more crap to come...