I didn't ask to be born. My parents, even if they planned to have a kid, didn't pick me. If anything I consider my birth a freak accident. My dad feeling guilty for bringing me to this world takes care of me. I don't remember ever playing with my parents. I remember them like making dinner, and telling me who was going to baby sit me. I remember in second grade we had this Super Star thing. Each week a different kid was the super star. They got to have this presentation on their family, and shit like that. The cool presentators got their dad or mom to come to class. My dad didn't come to my presentation has the super star. I found pictures of my family, and wrote out a poster all by myself. I knew my presentation was boring. I didn't feel like a super star. I felt like a burden. Years later, I still feel the same. I didn't like being a kid. I hate being a teenger. I just want to grow up. Get away from my dad. Rebuild. Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"

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