My Life: Past To Present

This is a true story of my life.





i guess the things going though my mind are really fucked up feelings. i dont know how to trust myself much less another
person. i ask myself over and over whats wrong with me and where is all this hurt and anger coming from? truth is i’ve
known all along, its all the lies and secrets ive kept buried deep inside of myself thinking that its a way of
protecting myself and the people i love. well its time to let it all out no more hiding no more running its time
to face my problems here and now.

Truth is i have a problem telling the truth I only know how to lie. I’ve lied to my friends and family, I’ve lied to
people i don’t even know just so i could money or food from them, fucked up i know. I don’t know who I am and I
never really did. I used to be really big into the gaming world and being a real loser. My mom has supported
me all my life even now at the age of 22 she’s still supporting me. Time and time again she’s told me, Dustin you
need to get a job and do something with your life and you’ll start to feel better about yourself. I’ve had a few
here and there but nothing i enjoyed and quit about 3 months later.

Today I’ve come to realize that mom’s not going to be there with me forever, I need to take the steps in life
to become a strong independent man. The man that I’m supposed to be, no more relying on others to take care
of me and support me, its time for Dustin to support himself. I admit I’m an asshole and real piece of shit
for not coming to my senses sooner and relying on other people to take care of me, and i have no reasonable
excuses for that shit it was just me being lazy.

I’ve had two relationships in my life thus far, one serious the second not so much. The first one was with
Mary, she was my first true love and god was she beautiful and such a sweet person. I lucked into her, she was
a senior in high school and I was a junior. I had just started nineth grade in what i called the bad kids school
but really it was an alternative school for kids with emotional problems. Thats where I met her, she was in a
childrens home and had been since she was thirteen because her mom could no longer take care of her due to drugs.
I had been in her shoes before i had been in and out of mental hospitals and juvenile detention centers and
childrens homes before, in fact i had been in the same one as her before.