Viper:
My father was a drunken, female-abusing, drug-abusing, dumbass bastard who died in a rehab-center from extreme emphasema (sp?) with a permanent traecheotomy. My mom has struggled to pay to put me through a private school, often times going through periods of having bare shelves in the kitchen to do it. My grandparents hate eachother and have divorced. My cousins are sh!ts. I have two homosexual aunts (well, one's a man but we all call him "aunt" and he loves it. ew.) who scare the hell out of me. I have two dead great grandparents who passed away just after finding out that the whole family was hiding from them the fact that two of their three daughters had become more twisted and torturous than anyone they've ever known (telling lies about everyone in the family to spite almost everyone and get more money and power for themselves). I don't know my father's side of the family because they've done nothing but lie to me and steal from me. Yes, me personally.
The other members of my family (not including my mother, grandfather, and great aunt) are enfatuated with either money or power and have ostricised themselves from the true meaning of "family" for it.
I fell in love with my best friend from the time I can first remember, knowing that I could never have her and have had my heart broken more times than I can remember from her alone.
I've been involved with a girl who cheated on me from the first time we got together. Remember Shellie? I was falling for her, and I fell for her hard. Even if I never said it, you of all people should have realized that.
I've fallen for someone on the other side of the country --a relationship that ended up breaking my heart just as much as Melissa. And who ends up with her? You. I'm happy for you, but it still HURTS LIKE FVCKING HELL and it's hard to have a constant reminder of that. Yeah, my life's a peach so far.
I started working in Junior High to help my mom SIMPLY BUY GROCERIES (and to have a little money on the side).
I pay for my own insurance.
I paid for my last year in school.
I pay for my damn truck that seems to always have something wrong with it.
I pay for the damn truck's gas @ 5~7 mpg.
I hate my job and the people I work for, but it's all I can get for right now.
The only thing I truly pride myself on is my drum playing --which I get complemented on whenever I play, but get shot down by people who don't know JACK about style, methods, or rudiments (and think they're better than I am even though they wouldn't know a rock kit from a jazz kit).
And PEOPLE WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND ME.
Yeah... I wouldn't know what real life is, would I...
sure people have it worse, but I'm no pussy.