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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