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Update and Name change!
5 months ago
**cough cough** fuckin hell... **Cough cough**
Ok now that I got the dust off of this dinosaur of an account, I have some things to say.
Those who've been here and remained all this time, I love you folks. Straight up love you all. Without you my drive to write would've ate it along time ago. I've been through some hell in the last nine months and I need to vent so bare with me ok?
I was staying with someone I considered a brother, and in the beginning things were awesome. Then....something changed him. He wanted COMPLETE control of my money, like ALL OF IT. I said now, and he threw me out in one night and threatened to kill me if I ever showed my face in that town again. So out of desperation, I called an old friend and he let me move in. However, his trout of a wife and her daughter screwed everything up. She tried to cheat on him with me, I told her to fuck herself. To retaliate, she told my friend that I propositioned HER, and I was thrown out AGAIN. I did the only thing I could out of desperation: I called my brother and sister, which is the worst fucking idea I have ever had. They beat me, drugged me, stole from me, abused me mentally emotionally and physically, and I tried to *redacted* myself as a result.
Fast forward to two weeks ago, April 7th. I get out of the mental hospital, I feel better, then I get back and I'm served with protection papers. My whore sister lied to the courts and said I threatened to kill her, and they granted it. I had to grab what I could and leave and I was homeless FUCKING AGAIN. I spent my birthday on the 8th on the street with tears in my eyes. I genuinely thought about jumping into traffic and I almost did. That was, until a friend from the shelter stuck a boot up my ass and woke me up. Instead of seeing it as the end of my life, I saw it as a ticket out of hell. The abuse, the drugs and the drinking they did, I got out. I'm free. I also have a new home and dog. I was taken in two days ago by an old family friend and she gave me an emotional support dog. Shes lining me up to be her caregiver, which I'll make money with because it's a genuine profession and it pays. My life is set and...the drive to write is stronger than ever before. Ideas are forming and they will not be contained. I've got a short story that will be lovely, romantic, and sad at the same time. I changed my name also, because Gallifreyan sounds more exotic than just "Time Lord".
Stay tuned Time Travellers. Shit's about to get heavy.
Ok now that I got the dust off of this dinosaur of an account, I have some things to say.
Those who've been here and remained all this time, I love you folks. Straight up love you all. Without you my drive to write would've ate it along time ago. I've been through some hell in the last nine months and I need to vent so bare with me ok?
I was staying with someone I considered a brother, and in the beginning things were awesome. Then....something changed him. He wanted COMPLETE control of my money, like ALL OF IT. I said now, and he threw me out in one night and threatened to kill me if I ever showed my face in that town again. So out of desperation, I called an old friend and he let me move in. However, his trout of a wife and her daughter screwed everything up. She tried to cheat on him with me, I told her to fuck herself. To retaliate, she told my friend that I propositioned HER, and I was thrown out AGAIN. I did the only thing I could out of desperation: I called my brother and sister, which is the worst fucking idea I have ever had. They beat me, drugged me, stole from me, abused me mentally emotionally and physically, and I tried to *redacted* myself as a result.
Fast forward to two weeks ago, April 7th. I get out of the mental hospital, I feel better, then I get back and I'm served with protection papers. My whore sister lied to the courts and said I threatened to kill her, and they granted it. I had to grab what I could and leave and I was homeless FUCKING AGAIN. I spent my birthday on the 8th on the street with tears in my eyes. I genuinely thought about jumping into traffic and I almost did. That was, until a friend from the shelter stuck a boot up my ass and woke me up. Instead of seeing it as the end of my life, I saw it as a ticket out of hell. The abuse, the drugs and the drinking they did, I got out. I'm free. I also have a new home and dog. I was taken in two days ago by an old family friend and she gave me an emotional support dog. Shes lining me up to be her caregiver, which I'll make money with because it's a genuine profession and it pays. My life is set and...the drive to write is stronger than ever before. Ideas are forming and they will not be contained. I've got a short story that will be lovely, romantic, and sad at the same time. I changed my name also, because Gallifreyan sounds more exotic than just "Time Lord".
Stay tuned Time Travellers. Shit's about to get heavy.
Glad you got out of a hellish situation and into a good one and things are working out slowly but surely.
Gallifreyan216
~timelord216
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Thank you so much. I've waited years for a bit of peace and now that I have it, I genuinely don't know what to do with it. Lol
