I am a violent pervert that dropped out of school at age eleven due to years of severe bullying, spent several years locked in his room alternating between suicidal depression and pained detachment, I'm now 21, I am literally incapable of getting a job due to the bullying and abuse I received throughout childhood leaving me with a complete hatred and fear of people in general, I suffer moderate panic attacks if left alone in a crowd, I'm incapable of leaving the house unescorted, my mother has no idea of the depths of my depravity and if she ever found out I'd be thrown in to the street, I am now so bloody cynical that even the deaths of the family members that I actually care about barely affect me, I can't seem to shift my morbid obesity no matter how hard I try to die as I simply can't leave the house to exercise which is ironic since losing some of it may in fact be the confidence boost I need to actually start changing my life for the better.
Also my dog, the one being that has stood by me through all of this died of bronchial pneumonia less than a week ago, I stayed up next to him the enrire night before watching him get worse, feeling a slight pang of hope as he began to sleep only to be hit by cruel reality when he'd wake up hacking and coughing, leaving no doubt in my mind that sending him to the vet was a death sentance, and trying desperately to memorise the feeling of his fur as I handed him in to the taxi that would lead him to his death.
Other than that life's just peachy.