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Well since nobody is reading these anyways, I'm just gonna tell my life story. It started when I was born. April 22nd 199X. My life as a baby was hardly traumatic and not worth talking about. The earliest I can remember is kindergarten. I went to go brush my teeth one night, and my sister left the curling iron on at 500 F. I stepped on the wire and it came down and scalded my arms, leaving huge scars. I remember being at the hospital and watching the doctors peeling off the charred flesh with foresceps, but it didn't hurt. Today the scars are still pretty sizable, but still pretty cool. Also I grew a mole back over my scar, who knew that could happen? Anyways then I was in first grade, I was the smartest kid in my class, but also the worst behaved. Trips to the office were regular for me, but I cannot remember any specific reasons why. I changed in second grade though, and became better, third grade was rather uneventful, and my fourth grade teacher was a complete prick. He hated me, and even though I was well behaved, he would find reasons to get me in trouble. Fifth and sixth grade were rather uneventful as well, however in seventh grade was when my parents divorced and that really messed with me. And I became a whiny brat woe me everything, honestly it was a miracle I had any friends after that. Eighth grade was a pretty good year for me as well, but again, rather boring to anyone else. In ninth grade I fell in love for the first time. I truly loved her and tried to make her happy, but I wasn't enough and it threw me into a massive depressive spiral. I haven't loved anyone since, and it's left a deep wound in my soul that may never heal. I don't really remember much after that, I was really a mess. But I'm ok now. And if you've read this far, congratulations, have a metaphorical cookie.
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