Cheat Engine

[Monkeys]

I started out as a normal member of our family:
Family ties were pretty much unexistant. School, music, physical strength, social activities, everything I did I excelled at.
Obviously, it's never enough for your parents. "You could've gotten more if you studied a bit more". "You could train a bit more". "You're underachieving".
Parents got divorced.
Family remains unchanged, noone has any issues or trauma's because of it. We didn't care.

Then I met her. Love of my life. Took ages to approach her. Two months to be with her, then she moved to London. A few months later, her messages stop.
A week later I find out she got run over by a drunk driver, while heading to the postal office with a message.
I lose it, as anyone would. But all the lettres I still had were some support.
My mother then decides to burn all I had of her infront of me, "to make me feel better". I die, emotionally.

I start my own gang. Although we were a gang, we weren't asshats. It was more learning to fight between ourselves than actually fighting others.
They were eerily loyal for being so young. Mainly because I could beat their ass without blinking.
I suffer suicidal tendencies that year. I repeatedly suffocate myself, but a friend interrupts me every single time. He kept it secret, though.

My mentally labile mother goes through several ("rebel phase") boyfriends. But as our family ties are pretty much non-existant, we don't care. 'till one of them decides to attack my mother when drunk.
I beat his head in with a hockey stick.
He survived with a few stitches, as the hockey stick was plastic.
My mother sends me to several institutions and psychiatrists to find out "what's wrong with me". She thinks I suffer severe rage issues.

These psychiatrists were a great help. They showed me my true potential to toy with people. Every single one gulped whatever I wanted.
I made one of them say it's all my little sister's fault. That made my mother stop sending me to them.
Nothing changed for me, other than my new found joy in manipulation.

I go through mid and high school manipulating people. I end up being the outcast smart-guy. Chicks dig that, especially with blond hair.
Relationships become bets. "How long could I string this one along?" "Hmm, I wonder if this one will last longer than this weekend? Nah..."
My outward appearance depended on where I was, but the most common personalities I adapted were: The unwilling guy in the back of class that, even though a huge ego, doesn't answer unless asked by the teachers, who obviously adore him for bringing the class up front. Social outcast, having virtually no contact whatsoever with people around him at school.
Outside of school, I was the 'cool', yet active guy that went for the cutest girl he could see. Depending on the bet of the night, he'd get her.
At home, I was just a normal kid ignoring his family and practicing music.
But personalities were as abundant as there were occasions. My personality changed upon how I wanted to manipulate people into thinking about me.
Some people thought I was the worst possible human alive, others would trust their life on me.

Upon reaching around 16 years old, I decided to get myself a bigger bet I couldn't possibly pull off: date a girl for a significant time, but rush at the very start and then completely stop, returning it to a complete rut.
I pulled it off for 5 months.
Needless to say, I got bored. I had done it all:
I had loved
and lost.
I had ruled loyal friends.
I had been every person I could be.
I excelled at what made people "better" than others: Wisdom, music and social awareness.

So I dropped out of it all. I returned to a single personality, dropped out of music, dance and other hobbies.

Then I got kicked out of the house by my mental mother for not mowing the grass three days early. With jeans, socks and a hawaian shirt.
So I camped out in a garage.
My dad came home from Africa and decided I could stay there 7/7 instead of 2/14.
Made it a bit easier to get my roots going.
I got a side job, went to college, got an apt, ... got ill.
My legs start to worsen really fast, deteriorating from a bit scruffy to nearly unbendable in 4 months, then to unbendable in another 2 months.
I had a girlfriend at those times, who I planned on marrying.
She decided to, as I was later told, ignore my legs because she didn't want to face it. I had to act as if I had no problems at all.
I end up hospitalised, she disapears. Hardly anyone visits me, as most of my best friends from my childhood are dead.
I'm hospitalised for quite some time and am told on a daily basis it could be my last week. It ends up being my fucked up sleeping habbit that made them think I was about to die.
My girlfriend returns to tell me she's pregnant and tells me why she acted like she did. I decide to give her another chance.

The next part you probably remember from not too long ago.
My girlfriend decides to go for an abortion, while we discussed it thoroughly that we wanted to keep it. I got told in a text message.
Her mother told me a weak ass excuse of not wanting to burden me.
I annoled the marriage last monday.




That's about it for my life. Sorry for being brief, but as you can tell, going in detail everywhere would murder my fingers.
I probably forgot a great deal of events that might've been important, as I wrote this on the go.


Now tell me, does your mommy really hate you if she doesn't get you that tampon game you oh so like?


EDIT: And don't mind the occasional typo. Don't feel like proofreading it all.

[Cryoma]

Bro.

[Yazu™]

Which movie is this?

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TL;DR

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This story is deeply depressing.

[C-Dizzle]

Now I want to hug you.

I know I haven't been through anything like you have and I am only 18 (on the 22nd at least) but if you ever need to talk about anything you can bitch to me and I will try to help as much as I can.

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