I honestly wish I could be blogging underneath the shadow of a better circumstance. But instead I blog beneath the blistering sun that is misfortune with the occasional shadow of goodwill and happiness.
Urgh, How Cléche.
A teenager talking about his sad life.
Yeah well you're reading it.
SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
So at the end of my last post. I was coming out of a bad fight with Maddison, School was looming and I still didnt have a definite plan on what I was exactly going to do. I began to argue with a girl I once loved with all of my heart and all of her friends.
Apparently defending yourself when a group of people decide to degrade your existance isnt the in thing
And now.
Well I'm happy to report that Maddison and Myself are better than ever.
The girl, Well she decided I wasnt worth talking to anymore.
but much, much more has happened in the small amount of time that I posted on here.
First off.
My Mother, has decided to, in laymans terms, give me the emotional finger by simply not talking to me. Thats right, the woman who brought me into this world. Who swore to love me no matter what. Has officially thrown in the towel.
My Father, Believes that just because he missed the last 4 Christmas' and my last 10 birthdays that it is, in retrospect, perfectly fine for him to give me 20 to 30 dollars and just call it even.
Oh. And my Bass guitar broke.
My BASS GUITAR
Anybody got any sturdy rafters I could borrow?
On the complete opposite side of the spectrum of the whirlwind that is my tormented soul.
Wow seriously?
Tormented soul?
I'm thinking that the black mascara and the graveyard poetry sessions arent to far away.
Anyway
On the other hand, Not everything has been bad.
But if you came here to read about how amazing my life is.
I'm sure you'd be bored out of your skull by the third line
As would I.
That's all for tonight. I know it isnt long.
Part 6 of Don't tell me about Sacrifice should be up soon.
I know its been a long time.
I could always dance around while you shoot at my ankles if that would make you feel better.
♥
Oh & Gemma Davis. ♥
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
What happens when you surpass the best psychics.
If you think that one day you are going to find the perfect relationship, Walk into your bathroom. Look at yourself in the mirror. Deep into your eyes. And Punch yourself in the throat.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dont tell me about sacrifice (Part 5)
When Nicole and Myself first broke up. I was a mess. I didnt eat, sleep and most of my nights I sat at home in the dark watching movies or playing xbox. I had constant thoughts of self harm and suicide.
One night My Mother and I were arguing in the car at fountain gate and I told her about these thoughts. She became visually upset and told that no matter what happened, I had to be thier for my sisters. Being in the state that I was in I percieved that as her telling me she was going to run away or kill herself. The last thing I remember is me getting out of the car, the sound of a car horn. and then black.
I "awoke" sitting in my bed, mid conversation with my mother who, regretfully, told me what happened.
After getting out of the car I began walking away, Mum caught up to me and tried to get me to turn around but I shook her off and told her to "leave me the f--k alone" before walking into the middle of a busy round-about and then an intersection. Mum found me sitting outside of Bunnings not moving, just staring straight ahead. After pulling up she begged me to get into the car, but I ignored her. Finally my best friend James' Mother drove down and convinced me to go home with Mum.
When I "awoke" I told Mum that this wasnt the first time this had happened I explained some things that I hoped I would never have to talk about and then I went to bed.
The next day, I was at school and I was called up to see the school counsellor who I eventually told about the previous night. being worried she made an appointment for an assessment at Dandenong hospital that day and I left the school ten minutes later. What I didnt know was that I would never be returning to Hampton Park Secondary College. I had lost the battle, I had been run out of the school and I do not doubt in the slightest that when people began to realise that I wasnt returning, a great big smile emerged upon their faces.
After being asked question after question at dandenong I was finally diagnosed with Depression. I was told that I show Suicidal Tendencies and I have a Dissassociation Disorder. I had never felt so weak.
I began to see a number of psychiatrists & psycologists and now I am seeing someone regularly.
I am also happy to say that I have met someone who has helped me, more than she will ever now. I have no doubt in saying that, If it wasnt for Maddison Fenton. I would not be dealing with all of this as well as I am.
But Maddison is another story.
For another time.
One night My Mother and I were arguing in the car at fountain gate and I told her about these thoughts. She became visually upset and told that no matter what happened, I had to be thier for my sisters. Being in the state that I was in I percieved that as her telling me she was going to run away or kill herself. The last thing I remember is me getting out of the car, the sound of a car horn. and then black.
I "awoke" sitting in my bed, mid conversation with my mother who, regretfully, told me what happened.
After getting out of the car I began walking away, Mum caught up to me and tried to get me to turn around but I shook her off and told her to "leave me the f--k alone" before walking into the middle of a busy round-about and then an intersection. Mum found me sitting outside of Bunnings not moving, just staring straight ahead. After pulling up she begged me to get into the car, but I ignored her. Finally my best friend James' Mother drove down and convinced me to go home with Mum.
When I "awoke" I told Mum that this wasnt the first time this had happened I explained some things that I hoped I would never have to talk about and then I went to bed.
The next day, I was at school and I was called up to see the school counsellor who I eventually told about the previous night. being worried she made an appointment for an assessment at Dandenong hospital that day and I left the school ten minutes later. What I didnt know was that I would never be returning to Hampton Park Secondary College. I had lost the battle, I had been run out of the school and I do not doubt in the slightest that when people began to realise that I wasnt returning, a great big smile emerged upon their faces.
After being asked question after question at dandenong I was finally diagnosed with Depression. I was told that I show Suicidal Tendencies and I have a Dissassociation Disorder. I had never felt so weak.
I began to see a number of psychiatrists & psycologists and now I am seeing someone regularly.
I am also happy to say that I have met someone who has helped me, more than she will ever now. I have no doubt in saying that, If it wasnt for Maddison Fenton. I would not be dealing with all of this as well as I am.
But Maddison is another story.
For another time.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Dont tell me about sacrifice (Part 4)
I remember when I was just a little kid, I went on holliday to Sydney to see my father Andrew. I refer to him as a father rather then a dad because technically he is my father, but he's never been a dad. More of a sperm donor. After a short time he slowly began buyinh me things that I didnt need. Including my very first Playstation. I remember him setting up the Playstation for me in his apartment kitchen and giving me a CD case full of 100 games. "I'll be right back, ok?" he called to me as he walked out the front door. I, being a 4 year old boy with a new playstation, mumbled agreement. So I sat there, trying all of the games when I realised it was getting dark and "Dad" still wasnt back. I walked outside side to the front of his apartment building to find him.
And found him I did.
Standing on the front lawn with a pile of Jim Beam cans steadily rising on a table in front of him.
I learnt my first lesson about Daddy dearest that day. Even though I lived in Melbourne and He in Sydney. Even though I was barely past 4 years of age. Even though we only saw each other once or twice a year.
He would rather drink alone.
Then spend time with his son.
My main aspiration in life is to NOT do something. Unlike most people who want to cure all disease, or solve the problem of world hunger or even just get a dream job. I do NOT want to become my father.
I do NOT want to follow in his footsteps.
So I go into any relationship and I promise myself that I will never do what my Father did to my Mother. No matter what.
When I cheated on Nicole I went back on that promise. And that hurt me more than anything, more than the things people said, the abuse I recieved, the threat or the rumours that where spread. Knowing that I had hurt Nicole the exact same way my Father had hurt my Mum. It killed me inside.
Nicole forgave me, but that didnt mean that everybody did. I remember the first school day after the incident with Blaire. Sitting alone at Recess waiting for everybody to tear me to shreds. waiting for somebody, anybody to say something.
But nobody did.
Instead I sat their in silence.
It confused me. Why act like you have her best interests at heart, like you know everything but not say anything to me in person?
You all wrote your snide shit from a dark room because thats what the angry do nowadays.
Tell me I do it.
Call me a hypocrite.
But when you do.
Tell me the last time I was afraid to say something to somebody's face.
While I was having these thoughts. I remember seeing Leah Duffy walking up to me with an INCREDIBLY determined look on her face.(is it just me or do I seem to emphasize the word INCREDIBLY whenever I use it?)
Leah abused me. She told me how I never deserved Nicole and that I deserved everything that was coming my way.
On that day, I gained an immense amount of respect towards Leah Duffy. because she was not a keyboard warrior like so many of the un-namable people who go to hampton park secondary college.
I hurt her sister and she was right there. Defending her.
So as I stood there explaining that nobody understood what I did wrong more than me.
And nobody did.
Until now.
That right there seems like a good place to end part 4 buit before I do. Im having another one of my "clear up moments".
Nicole and I did not break up because of any fault of our own. We broke up because her "friends" could not leave well enough alone. By friends, I mean all the people who knew nothing about what happened but still spread the rumours and tore her down about me.
Seeing her hurt, because of the fact that people hated me.
She didnt deserve that.
So that day we parted ways, knowing that we could never be together without keeping it a very close secret. We left with a friendship that I hope is never broken. No matter what.
There are things that I know about Nicole Duffy.
And some things that she knows about me.
That nobody else knows.
We even share a secret about us that only Vanessa Ford knows.
I trust them both not to divulge those secrets.
And I hope they trust me to do the same.
And then I was diagnosed. . .
And found him I did.
Standing on the front lawn with a pile of Jim Beam cans steadily rising on a table in front of him.
I learnt my first lesson about Daddy dearest that day. Even though I lived in Melbourne and He in Sydney. Even though I was barely past 4 years of age. Even though we only saw each other once or twice a year.
He would rather drink alone.
Then spend time with his son.
My main aspiration in life is to NOT do something. Unlike most people who want to cure all disease, or solve the problem of world hunger or even just get a dream job. I do NOT want to become my father.
I do NOT want to follow in his footsteps.
So I go into any relationship and I promise myself that I will never do what my Father did to my Mother. No matter what.
When I cheated on Nicole I went back on that promise. And that hurt me more than anything, more than the things people said, the abuse I recieved, the threat or the rumours that where spread. Knowing that I had hurt Nicole the exact same way my Father had hurt my Mum. It killed me inside.
Nicole forgave me, but that didnt mean that everybody did. I remember the first school day after the incident with Blaire. Sitting alone at Recess waiting for everybody to tear me to shreds. waiting for somebody, anybody to say something.
But nobody did.
Instead I sat their in silence.
It confused me. Why act like you have her best interests at heart, like you know everything but not say anything to me in person?
You all wrote your snide shit from a dark room because thats what the angry do nowadays.
Tell me I do it.
Call me a hypocrite.
But when you do.
Tell me the last time I was afraid to say something to somebody's face.
While I was having these thoughts. I remember seeing Leah Duffy walking up to me with an INCREDIBLY determined look on her face.(is it just me or do I seem to emphasize the word INCREDIBLY whenever I use it?)
Leah abused me. She told me how I never deserved Nicole and that I deserved everything that was coming my way.
On that day, I gained an immense amount of respect towards Leah Duffy. because she was not a keyboard warrior like so many of the un-namable people who go to hampton park secondary college.
I hurt her sister and she was right there. Defending her.
So as I stood there explaining that nobody understood what I did wrong more than me.
And nobody did.
Until now.
That right there seems like a good place to end part 4 buit before I do. Im having another one of my "clear up moments".
Nicole and I did not break up because of any fault of our own. We broke up because her "friends" could not leave well enough alone. By friends, I mean all the people who knew nothing about what happened but still spread the rumours and tore her down about me.
Seeing her hurt, because of the fact that people hated me.
She didnt deserve that.
So that day we parted ways, knowing that we could never be together without keeping it a very close secret. We left with a friendship that I hope is never broken. No matter what.
There are things that I know about Nicole Duffy.
And some things that she knows about me.
That nobody else knows.
We even share a secret about us that only Vanessa Ford knows.
I trust them both not to divulge those secrets.
And I hope they trust me to do the same.
And then I was diagnosed. . .
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Dont tell me about sacrifice (Part 3)
Sacrificing something I loved to make someone else happy, was one of the hardest things I ever did.
And the day I watched Nicole Duffy walk away from me, after I told her we couldnt be together anymore.
Was one of the lowest days I have ever experienced and I will never forget it.
Nicole & I had never been close friends. In fact. I was close with her sister Leah Duffy (Who I actually hit on at a school sports carnival. Another story for another day) before I even talked to Nicole. We only hung out 3 times before I gained the courage to kiss her for the first time, which might I add was alot harder than I expected. (trust me)
The day I asked Nicole to be my girlfriend I remember I was INCREDIBLY (could I emphasize that any more than what I just did?) nervous because it was also the first time I was meeting her mother & going to her house. It was a day of firsts ill tell you that. I remember sitting on Nicoles bed and I watched her clean her room and we just talked about anything & everything that popped into our heads. I remember pulling her onto my lap and telling her how I felt. i remember asking her out in the stupidest way possible.
"So like, I think you should be my girlfriend"
She just. Looked at me. She blushed and looked down at her lap with the biggest smiel on her face. but she didnt answer me, "this isnt going to work if you dont give me an answer" I said with a smile on my face, trying my hardest to hide my fear of rejection.
In reality, who was I to her?
She was one of the most loved girls at Hampton Park.
She had never been in a fight or argument.
You would never hear the phrase "I hate Nicole Duffy"
because nobody did.
And then Me, Maxx Dow. Need I say more?
But never the less she finally answered me. Giving me that yes that I craved so badly. and then after half an hour we shared our first kiss. I'd explain why half an hour. But I do not want to embarass Miss Duffy.
Right now, Id like to take a moment to let you all know, that I was never good enough for her. And every moment we shared was a moment that I will cherish forever.
After a month people started to fully catch on to the fact that Nicole & Myself were together and a few people began to harrass her asking her why she's dating me of all people, telling her that I'm just going to cheat on her like I have with "all of his other ex's". This visually distressed Nicole and sometimes I would get phone calls at night telling me that another person had been saying things to her.
It broke my heart.
Everytime I would tell Nicole that it was not true.
Everytime I would tell her not to listen.
Everytime She would agree with me.
But it always happened again.
Soon, I couldnt hang out with anybody without people spreading rumours about what I was doing.
One night after talking to Nicole once again. I searched for comfort and found it through a close friend of mine Blaire Cartmill. After a small disagreement between Nicole & I, I went to Bliare's house where I did something I regret more than anything.
I cheated on Nicole.
I did what everybody said I would do.
I went against every moral fibre in my being.
I broke her heart.
Another moment where I would like to clear something up. Blaire and I never had sex. Ever.
So please, If not for me, then for her, stop saying we did.
The morning after when I woke up, Blaire and Myself both realised exactly what we had done, I could see it in her eyes and I believe she saw it in mine.
That morning Blaire confided in her friend & an old close friend of mine Nicholas Barberessos. Who, with Nicoles best interests at heart, told her striaght away. I would have rathered tell her this myself. but the masses cannot be stopped.
Surprisingly Nicole forgave me, even though nobody else did.
But that wasnt the end of it. Not by a long shot.
Part IV?
Inbox.
And the day I watched Nicole Duffy walk away from me, after I told her we couldnt be together anymore.
Was one of the lowest days I have ever experienced and I will never forget it.
Nicole & I had never been close friends. In fact. I was close with her sister Leah Duffy (Who I actually hit on at a school sports carnival. Another story for another day) before I even talked to Nicole. We only hung out 3 times before I gained the courage to kiss her for the first time, which might I add was alot harder than I expected. (trust me)
The day I asked Nicole to be my girlfriend I remember I was INCREDIBLY (could I emphasize that any more than what I just did?) nervous because it was also the first time I was meeting her mother & going to her house. It was a day of firsts ill tell you that. I remember sitting on Nicoles bed and I watched her clean her room and we just talked about anything & everything that popped into our heads. I remember pulling her onto my lap and telling her how I felt. i remember asking her out in the stupidest way possible.
"So like, I think you should be my girlfriend"
She just. Looked at me. She blushed and looked down at her lap with the biggest smiel on her face. but she didnt answer me, "this isnt going to work if you dont give me an answer" I said with a smile on my face, trying my hardest to hide my fear of rejection.
In reality, who was I to her?
She was one of the most loved girls at Hampton Park.
She had never been in a fight or argument.
You would never hear the phrase "I hate Nicole Duffy"
because nobody did.
And then Me, Maxx Dow. Need I say more?
But never the less she finally answered me. Giving me that yes that I craved so badly. and then after half an hour we shared our first kiss. I'd explain why half an hour. But I do not want to embarass Miss Duffy.
Right now, Id like to take a moment to let you all know, that I was never good enough for her. And every moment we shared was a moment that I will cherish forever.
After a month people started to fully catch on to the fact that Nicole & Myself were together and a few people began to harrass her asking her why she's dating me of all people, telling her that I'm just going to cheat on her like I have with "all of his other ex's". This visually distressed Nicole and sometimes I would get phone calls at night telling me that another person had been saying things to her.
It broke my heart.
Everytime I would tell Nicole that it was not true.
Everytime I would tell her not to listen.
Everytime She would agree with me.
But it always happened again.
Soon, I couldnt hang out with anybody without people spreading rumours about what I was doing.
One night after talking to Nicole once again. I searched for comfort and found it through a close friend of mine Blaire Cartmill. After a small disagreement between Nicole & I, I went to Bliare's house where I did something I regret more than anything.
I cheated on Nicole.
I did what everybody said I would do.
I went against every moral fibre in my being.
I broke her heart.
Another moment where I would like to clear something up. Blaire and I never had sex. Ever.
So please, If not for me, then for her, stop saying we did.
The morning after when I woke up, Blaire and Myself both realised exactly what we had done, I could see it in her eyes and I believe she saw it in mine.
That morning Blaire confided in her friend & an old close friend of mine Nicholas Barberessos. Who, with Nicoles best interests at heart, told her striaght away. I would have rathered tell her this myself. but the masses cannot be stopped.
Surprisingly Nicole forgave me, even though nobody else did.
But that wasnt the end of it. Not by a long shot.
Part IV?
Inbox.
Dont tell me about sacrifice. (Part 2)
Before I talk about the collapse of my friendships. I would just like to point out that I went through a number of relationships. and contrary to popular opinion I put my everything into those relationships. Some of them fell apart when I had one of my episodes, 3 of them cheated on me, Of them decided to just not talk to me anymore. But during those times when I was single, there was one girl who the rest of the group had known before she moved to our school, who even though I pretended to want nothing to do with, I actually fell pretty hard for and unknown to me, the girl who James Baker was also in love with.
Anastasia Rae.
She was one of the only girls who i've never really approached.
I treated her like a friend, hoping, waiting for some sort of confession.
Little did I now that I'd get that confession.
After she had moved nearly 2 hours away -.-
And so I pretended like all guys in my position.
Just like I always have.
Speaking of Segways. Soon after my 17th birthday dinner in which Jamie Malloy (A newly adopted friend into our "group" that had been wittled away to only four original members Myself, Daniel, James & Travis) Nicole Duffy (my then girlfriend) and Daniel all attended with my family. Finnigan joined as a band as 2nd guitarist.the band became known as "Stand Alone". who are a really good band and you can check out there MySpace page right here:
http://www.myspace.com/standalonemelbourne
(Hows that for promotion boys?)
Soon after this Daniels Commitment to the band increased more and more, and thus he slowly stopped talking to me. I'm not sure if it was only because of that or if there were some underlying reasons but netherless in the end It became incredibly hard for me to get into contact with him.
And when I did talk to him, we would tlak about hanging out like we used to.
But something always came up.
And so I lost a friend.
I lost a brother.
Ever since then I havent really let myself get close to another person. Jamie & Myself became really close.
And sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking that he could be my best friend. but really we both know that isnt true.
James Baker. Now he. One guy who no matter what, will always be honest. Will always keep his word, Will defend me even to people that would otherwise not give me a chance. His family even put a roof over my head when I needed it most.
I dont think he is my best friend.
I know he is my brother.
He is Family. And I can honestly say that I love him, along with his crazy family that I know I can call my family aswell.
And then everything with Nicole happened.
Part III?
Inbox.
Anastasia Rae.
She was one of the only girls who i've never really approached.
I treated her like a friend, hoping, waiting for some sort of confession.
Little did I now that I'd get that confession.
After she had moved nearly 2 hours away -.-
And so I pretended like all guys in my position.
Just like I always have.
Speaking of Segways. Soon after my 17th birthday dinner in which Jamie Malloy (A newly adopted friend into our "group" that had been wittled away to only four original members Myself, Daniel, James & Travis) Nicole Duffy (my then girlfriend) and Daniel all attended with my family. Finnigan joined as a band as 2nd guitarist.the band became known as "Stand Alone". who are a really good band and you can check out there MySpace page right here:
http://www.myspace.com/standalonemelbourne
(Hows that for promotion boys?)
Soon after this Daniels Commitment to the band increased more and more, and thus he slowly stopped talking to me. I'm not sure if it was only because of that or if there were some underlying reasons but netherless in the end It became incredibly hard for me to get into contact with him.
And when I did talk to him, we would tlak about hanging out like we used to.
But something always came up.
And so I lost a friend.
I lost a brother.
Ever since then I havent really let myself get close to another person. Jamie & Myself became really close.
And sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking that he could be my best friend. but really we both know that isnt true.
James Baker. Now he. One guy who no matter what, will always be honest. Will always keep his word, Will defend me even to people that would otherwise not give me a chance. His family even put a roof over my head when I needed it most.
I dont think he is my best friend.
I know he is my brother.
He is Family. And I can honestly say that I love him, along with his crazy family that I know I can call my family aswell.
And then everything with Nicole happened.
Part III?
Inbox.
Dont tell me about sacrifice. (Part 1)
I've never really given up on anything before.
Its just not who I am.
But lately it just seems like life just wants to constantly throw a nice hot steaming pile of. . . . bad luck, my way.
I left school. Most of my close friends will know this, and by most of my close friends I mean the two of my close friends, everyone else has probably been told by one of them even though I expressly forwarded my concerns as to the consequences of everybody finding out. but I digress.
Next year I am hoping to attend Chisolm after a series of unfortunate events (sorry Mr. Snicket) at my high school left me incredibly weak and vunerable. To be the most hated person at Hampton Park Secondary College was never easy. Especially when most of my "friends" thought it was a running joke they could throw my way every now and then. Just in case I forgot my position in the food chain that is high school popularity.
It all started when I was kept down in year 8, the masses believing that this was because of my intelligence level. but only known to a chosen few it was actually because I am the same AGE as everyone now, rather then being two years younger then everybody else. I am now amoung the oldest in my old year level.
After transitioning into year 8 I very quickly became friends with a handful of people.
James Baker
Daniel Finnigan
Travis Dockary
Jackson Walden
&
Paige Veenstra
I didnt have a very close bond with any of them at first, in fact I later found out that James Baker hated me & Daniel Finnigan didnt want me to talking to most of them.
Until the school placed upon the school. Year 7-8 English, Maths & Humanities Groups.
Where I joined Jackson and Travis and we became best friends.
At the end of Year 8 Jackson left and I was one of the only people who kept in contact with him and to this day he is still my best friend.
Travis and I stayed close for about a year (during which he, along with other people, bought me my xbox and started an epidemic) but it wasnt until an unfortunate event with Daniel & Paige (who were then dating) that Me and Daniel Suddenly clicked. We realised we both had the same kind of struggles and we became closer then i've ever been with anybody. I would sometimes refer to him as my brother because I was so incredibly comfortable around him. We hung out everyday and we were never bored. We had some amazing memories together. Like the day when we went and rented Gears Of War 2 from Civic video, to go home and place the game into the xbox and start the game. As the game loaded Mr Finnigan thought it would be a good idea to tip the xbox over to an upside down position causing the xbox to literally shit its pants, completely ruining the disk.
I remember planning Daniels 16th Surprise Birthday party and thinking that He and I would be best friends forever. He'd be the fake uncle to my kids, The best man at my wedding. How much can go wrong in a year right?
Part II?
Inbox me if you want to read more.
Its just not who I am.
But lately it just seems like life just wants to constantly throw a nice hot steaming pile of. . . . bad luck, my way.
I left school. Most of my close friends will know this, and by most of my close friends I mean the two of my close friends, everyone else has probably been told by one of them even though I expressly forwarded my concerns as to the consequences of everybody finding out. but I digress.
Next year I am hoping to attend Chisolm after a series of unfortunate events (sorry Mr. Snicket) at my high school left me incredibly weak and vunerable. To be the most hated person at Hampton Park Secondary College was never easy. Especially when most of my "friends" thought it was a running joke they could throw my way every now and then. Just in case I forgot my position in the food chain that is high school popularity.
It all started when I was kept down in year 8, the masses believing that this was because of my intelligence level. but only known to a chosen few it was actually because I am the same AGE as everyone now, rather then being two years younger then everybody else. I am now amoung the oldest in my old year level.
After transitioning into year 8 I very quickly became friends with a handful of people.
James Baker
Daniel Finnigan
Travis Dockary
Jackson Walden
&
Paige Veenstra
I didnt have a very close bond with any of them at first, in fact I later found out that James Baker hated me & Daniel Finnigan didnt want me to talking to most of them.
Until the school placed upon the school. Year 7-8 English, Maths & Humanities Groups.
Where I joined Jackson and Travis and we became best friends.
At the end of Year 8 Jackson left and I was one of the only people who kept in contact with him and to this day he is still my best friend.
Travis and I stayed close for about a year (during which he, along with other people, bought me my xbox and started an epidemic) but it wasnt until an unfortunate event with Daniel & Paige (who were then dating) that Me and Daniel Suddenly clicked. We realised we both had the same kind of struggles and we became closer then i've ever been with anybody. I would sometimes refer to him as my brother because I was so incredibly comfortable around him. We hung out everyday and we were never bored. We had some amazing memories together. Like the day when we went and rented Gears Of War 2 from Civic video, to go home and place the game into the xbox and start the game. As the game loaded Mr Finnigan thought it would be a good idea to tip the xbox over to an upside down position causing the xbox to literally shit its pants, completely ruining the disk.
I remember planning Daniels 16th Surprise Birthday party and thinking that He and I would be best friends forever. He'd be the fake uncle to my kids, The best man at my wedding. How much can go wrong in a year right?
Part II?
Inbox me if you want to read more.
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