Your life story.

[Not George Carlin]

So a long time ago I was dating this girl who was one of those loving types. The type who always wanted to know how your day was, or how your mother's doing, or if you need any help with those groceries. The sweetest girl I ever met. Anyway, a few weeks after we hooked up she decided she wanted to [make me] write a book about everyone. By that I mean she wanted to get everyone she knew, and ask them about their lives. She rounded up all my friends, all my friends' families, her friends, her friends' families and so on. She asked them to tell her about their life from their earliest memory until their last conversation, she did that until she ran out of people to talk to. That went on for a few months, if I remember correctly. I never did finish writing the thing. All I got done was her entry, my best friend's entry, her mom's entry and part of mine. She moved away before I could finish it. I think I still have the cover but that's about it after a computer virus completely wiped my hard drive. I'll upload it to imgur if I find it. God, I miss her. Anyway that's not what I'm here to talk about, it's what you're here to talk about. Fellow escapees, I want to know, what's your story? Tell me everything, no matter how embarrassing, sad, vague or triumphant it is/was, tell me. Tell me who you love, who you are with, what you regret and what you would have done differently... come on, Escapist... I'm listening.


TL;DR: What's your life story? Beginning to end, tell me your life, as you remember it.

 

[MarlaminLTarmiko]

I was the last of four children, though I had a different father from my siblings. As my mother suffers from a borderline personality, severe depression and paranoia and my father was a schizophrenic drug addict I was taken away and adopted by a different family for a few years, though I can't remember any of this. My parents didn't live together, something I've never cared about, just thought I'd mention it. I was eventually given back to my mother and lived relatively happy for a few years, until my father was murdered when I was six-years-old. Two people went over to his house and stabbed him fifty times. A week later they were caught and have been in jail for eight years. I went through a religious phase after that which convinced me that if I killed myself I'd be reunited with my dad. My mother stopped me, and I no longer have any such delusion. I was bullied for the entirety of my younger schooling and hated everyone. My family left that town after several incidents of people leaving dead animals in front of my house (my mother had a phobia of all kinds of death and refused to leave the house in this time). In this new town I keep to myself and spend most of my time reading or on the computer. I still get bullied slightly, though not nearly as much. I've had one girlfriend and one boyfriend - if you care about the kind of thing - but both ended disastrously. This is the basics of my life so far, and i'd prefer it if the rest is just slightly more pleasant.