Hi. 39 years old. m Let me start at the beginning of the end. Am I a mistake of nature? As a child, I was very shy and shy. I was ashamed of the girls, or eating at someone else's table and sleeping somewhere outside of us. I didn't have many friends. I had one, often playing at home, and I fantasized. The older ones often harassed and humiliated me. I was often told I was simple and stupid. Even then, i think there was something like hatred for people, and for myself, that I couldn't defend myself. My father used to beat me up for. Just when I heard him get home, I freaked out with fear. My sister, too, used to bully me a lot. Only my mother treated me well and protected me. As a student up to fourth grade, I was very well at school, I had photogenic memory and good logic. The classroom used to say to my mother, "If he pushes, he's got a big future in it. But then, by eighth grade, I didn't move my brain to study, I was just going to be a slacker and at my mercy, because I was sympathetic to the teachers, they put threesomes on me to go upstairs, and they told my parents what a pity I was wasting my sweat. Friends till eighth grade, two. Girlfriends don't. I liked some, but only there. I was very complex because we were poor and I also had a great fear of rejection. Then in the tech, and there's a total failure. I decided to give it away, a bad boy, (something I liked to be), and I just messed with the wrong people, got into trouble, and got up for a laugh in front of classmates. After all, you can't act like something that's not in your blood. But I was pretending to kill complexes and gain some respect instead of sitting down to study. I wasn't interested in anything but doing stupid things and poisoning the lives of my parents and teachers. Most girls looked at me as a stupid clown, and most of the boys made fun of me. A true friend remained a single friend. Oh, and that friendship, I screwed up. I ended up getting a boyfriend. And I was sharp again. I forgot myself, thought of myself as the big and dumped her to run after, higher balls, where nothing really worked out. My sister went overseas and pulled me out. I'm supposed to break away from the middle and get my life back on track. Wow, like you've lived in potholes all your life and eaten mostly creams and chutneys, you didn't have our TV fridge and living in a full-refrigerator apartment, having a brand new Sony TV, the last PlayStation, these were my biggest complexes as a child. I felt like I had already achieved everything in life. Not even with my money, but state money. But it was heaven. Even though I was illegal. Going back for me in the mud in UK there was no... the bridges there were already blown up... I had to figure out a way to legalize it. It took about six years to become a resident, two of whom I hid like a fucking mouse, between four walls and lived like a room plant. And in a frantic fear, not to go back to misery, to the hole where they killed not mold, but mushrooms grew up in the kitchen. Where the terrace in the kitchen on the 10th floor was on its side and almost flew downstairs... After the second year gave me the pumpkin how to legalize and I went to prison with, a gentle regime, that is, from, room plant, you go to the jungle. Cult shock... I was assigned to an apartment with five Nepalese. Expect a sequel...
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angelinazoe answered · May 31, 2020
Nature doesn't make mistakes in the first part. You can't all be successful, exemplary and wonderful. Every person has the right to screw-ups, moreover, every person needs to screw up several times to gather his brain and take his life in his hands, already having a clear idea of his future. Well, some people screw up a little bit, and some people just try to take the bottom off, but... what to do, you can not all quickly guess that they make a mistake.
No, you're not a mistake of nature, but those words of mine don't mean I'm going to pet you with a feather and save you some other truth. You have an excuse for every stupid decision you make. Stop making excuses. That's what you wanted, that's what you did when you were young. Whatever, it happens. And from now on? What's going on? We continue to feel sorry for ourselves or take our lives in our hands. You legalized yourself by going to jail, nothing like that, you've stained the file, and that's it. Couldn't you apply for a visa, get a job, fit in as your sister's roommate, or rent your own place? Can't you now? Get on with it. Everyone deserves a second chance, but no one mentions that a man gives himself this second chance. So it's up to you.
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princess_fire answered · May 31, 2020
I didn't understand advice, or are you bragging about screwing up your own life? You had a bad childhood, you didn't have to. But why do you have to live in the past and feel sorry for yourself? Just start over, get a job, read good books and articles, try to see the good stuff. It's all in your ruts. You don't have to live in the past and suffer your whole life. Life is one and it's nice to see it as a gift. Be a good man so your life is good.
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liketocum16 answered · May 31, 2020
I don't want to brag about how I screwed up my life. I'm just looking for an explanation as to why my life is screwed up. I'm not born a scumbag or an idiot or a schizophrenic. Even my body hasn't developed since I was 19. I quickly got out of prison for a few months and went to a refugee camp. I was 23. Already. My lawyer told me that there is a chance that the procedure and 10 years will take place and still nothing will happen and I will have to leave the country, and maybe for a year I will take residence. It was the only way to legalize it, in my case. It was a big bet. I thought I'd give it a shot. There was no right to work or education. You sit there and wait. It's kind of like a prison. Even worse. In prison, at least you have a chance at qualification and education. In the camp, you're like a room plant again, only where you have the right to go wherever you want. But with 40 euros a week, you can't go anywhere. After two years, I took a residence, they gave me a house, a loan of 4,000 euros to get it, a month's worth of 1,000 euros and the opportunity for education with subsidies from the municipality. I left the house because it was in a shoved village, the credit blew for nonsense, the education did not start at all, because I no longer lived in this municipality, but moved in with a sister in the apartment, which was in the big city. I wanted to start secondary education for ITC, I even took the transgressive. But then he followed the hard part, credit for education, work and living in a tight spot. I mean, get out of my comfort zone. I gave up. She and I got along, she had a social life, and I was gravitating around him. I also caught myself as a dish washer in a restaurant. And there fun, and time passed slightly and calmly. I kept going into debt and spending indiscriminately. No an ounce of privacy, goals and ideas. My mother suddenly gets cancer, my sister is mentally spinning, I stop paying the bills for a month to pay the funeral. My sister goes to live somewhere else, I'm alone like a dog, with debts. I'm in town and eating. No gram of sociedence. He's a life-time guy. But I didn't realize it. The housing is in misery and I've developed a strong degree of OCD. My sister comes home, after a year and something, already in good condition, I go into a mental state to heal. Because I was totally short. A year on the psychotic. I didn't heal anything, they're just stuffing you with drugs. I decided to stop medication and with the doctors and help from the outside, and to make my own life with the power of will. I decided to get a professional driver's profession, funded by government subsidies. Just for, , B, , i was torn four times, and the state said, Basta, ,! I totally collapsed. I inter-time continued the old way of life video games, all day, computers, eating a drink. We've had a long relationship with her, and she's at home all day. And she had two girlfriends on the internet, too, and barem had two girlfriends, and a baby. At some point, they escalated things and kicked me out with the police. I ended up in a temporary shelter until they found me a place. Total waste, scumbag. There I found a bulgarian friend, very cool positive. He was working as a host. Well, what's cool a guy has friends... We've been very much in the tinge. I left the shelter and went back to my sister,but she told me I couldn't stay long. Let's go somewhere. And through a social worker, we found a secure dwelling. It was more like a prison light regime than a sheltered dwelling. I lasted one day, threw their keys down the drain, pulled them over and went home to my sister with the caveats that we wouldn't fight. We used to see this friend a lot, we had the same hobbies and the connouch was walking. Only his life was going. He had a wife, a child, a stable home, a job, a job, a friend. I was bottom. After a year and a thing, our friendship is over. I was alone against the wind again.
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bigslick08 answered · May 31, 2020
Write books about your life.