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My life's a pain in the *** I was living my life until I was 12 carefree. Then it hit me I become friends with a guy that used to be on my baseball team like three years in a row(you might ask why weren't you friends then I say we weren't "real" friends who can talk about anything) we enter our first year at middle school then I see him talking to some of my friends and then his friends.

Guys who post here listen please:
This is very dangerous for you to post here like this you're life story. Someone today or even in the far future could find you here and read this. This can even stop you from getting a job you might try out for in a few years.
IF you want to post you're life story I suggest you make a new account with a new nickname that doesn't let anyone know it is you. Even that could be traced to you by hacking the site but its less likely. Its best if you keep it to you're self but I guess some people here really need to get it out.

@GoblinD

Don't be paranoid. There may be a slight chance of that happening, but I really doubt it.

I highly doubt anyone will ever find me on here, unless I tell them.
Also, what job people would go through a gaming community, I mean really, you are just sounding paranoid, like Bunneh said.
I don't think I've posted my life here, but I'll go through it very briefly. Very.
Years 1-5: I can't remember anything, I have a terrible long term memory, unless it's something very important or big in my life.
6-10: I was pretty gifted in elementary school and I actually cared about doing my work and really wanted to get the right answer. I was also really good at coloring inside the lines. :3
11-15: Middle school, I start not caring about it and fooling around with friends. Get really close with people, first girl, etc. High school comes along and I realize I actually have to work again, so yeah.
I'll probably go into more about me and my life, but that's the chunky part of it. Keep in mind these ages are not correctly aligned with the events, I cannot remember what age I was for most of these, and I'm too tired to do the math.

You can call it paranoid but the 1% of it happening just isn't worth the risks. If you want a good job in the future, especially if its in the military. So be careful not to post you're full name with this account because then it can be googled.

Anyway, I happened to read Moonfairy's post. You're life sounds tough but glad to see it turned out for the better. Don't weary about the past, its that age and you're not the only one making some mistakes in it. Just focus on school and don't let some idiots mess you're life like, life is full of disappointments that you need to overcome but you just need to survive them and life turn out to the better.

my life is awesome..... and i love it my life
beacuse i go frist to school then i get back to eat lucnh then i go play computer games then i do my H.w then i go sleep

Because I don't want to say that I was born; I say;

I wasn't born.

Surprised?

my life is awesome..... and i love it my life
beacuse i go frist to school then i get back to eat lucnh then i go play computer games then i do my H.w then i go sleep

YOu think your life sucks? HEck I lived in a small town with almost nobody anywhre and I had to live with cheap cost and quality you think that was fun? I also had to learn about how cutalingus and a few other things work all by myself . No that's what you call a handy man.

I'll sum it up in two sentences.

I was a nerd until I grew my hair out. If you don't believe me look in the top of the tavern and you'll find a topic that shows pictures of the players.(I'm in there)

i was born
i hated school
i get yelled at
play video games
got a job
i get yelled at more
i retire
i die

L: lingering
I: in
F: futile
E: existence

life

my life is kinda boring, but perhaps boring as better then sad. Most trouble in my life even came from friends who were action like douchs or a drepressed friend that tried to commit suicide.

anyway my life:
elementary: got picked on because I got good grades
high scool: whent to the highest possible direction, in september I start with studies civil engeneering

thats the moment where i'll go to the bully's and say: 'you got pwnd *****! I made id u didn't !

so life is fun if u try hard enough everything comes allright

My life has been filled with Math, schoolwork, piano and disappointments. :b
Actually, all in all, I've had a pretty good life.
I've traveled a lot, especially with my mom on her many, many business trips. I'd like to think I'm good at things. I'm probably not, though.
I don't feel like writing my entire life story as of this moment, however, so that is all you guys get.

My mom had an abruptio placenta, so i was born prematurely.
I was basically drowning in her blood as she was dying from blood loss. This happened while she was at my godmothers wedding. When the doctor finally came he performed a caesarean section on my mother, 4 minutes after giving her local anesthesia. I came out blue, not breathing, and my mom passed out from blood loss. I scored a 2 on the APGAR test. We both survived, but just barely.
When I was in third grade, parents divorced and my mom 'disciplined' me so hard I had multiple broken blood vessels in my hip. She got reported to DFAX, and wormed her way out of it. This was the first, and definitely not the last time that she would get out of trouble.
When I was in 6th grade, i went to go live with my dad for a while, because I couldnt stand being with my mom anymore. She always called me names, had an extremely short temper, and often kept me home from school when she was mad so I would clean the entire house as punishment. I stayed with my dad for 2 weeks, them my mother threatened to get a lawyer if my dad didnt give me back to her. So I went back to her house.
Inbetween this and my 9th grade year, I have had to call 911 multiple times because my mom came home so drunk and sick she passed out and had mild alchohol poisoning. Police talked to her and she got out of that too.
Last year, she and I got into an argument. I told her i wasnt going to put up with being treated the way i was. I was tired of being called names, being intimidated, like my mom was a highschool bully instead of my mother. So she stopped talking to me altogether. My brother, who is three years younger than me, but was her favorite, sided with me. That seriously upset her, and after one night when I heard her yelling at him because he said "You really dont treat her right" she came into my room, straddled me, and smacked the crap out of my face til my nose began to bleed.
I took pictures with my ipod. The next day, since I had had little sleep with my face hurting like you know what and looking all battered and beaten, my mom kept me home, told me to put on makeup, then took me out to eat and go shopping. Thats the nicest she has ever been to me, but it was only so i would keep my mouth shut.
She told me to please not tell anyone, so I told my dad. I showed him the pictures, and he began trying to get custody of me, since my mother had primary custody. I was living with my mother while all this was going on, so obviously life was hell. I got diagnosed with depression and severe anxiety and had to take an antidepressant. Zoloft. The doctor told my parents that i should move in with my dad, and that if necessary he could get a court order. So I moved in with my dad, and now he has temporary custody of me.
Since I moved in with my dad, my mom has become embroiled in DFAX, but is still trying to mess up my life. She says things like,"Alexis is pregnant, shes stealing your alchohol, blahblahblah." but no one beleives her because she lies and manipulates to get out of trouble. Over the summer she 'attempted' suicide in her garage, because even though i was with my dad my mom got her lawyers to give her visitation with me, one week with her, one with my dad over the summer, going back and forth. She took me through the house and showed me what thing she wanted me to have and what she wanted my brother to have once she was gone, then took my brothers blue jumprope and tried to hang herself from the garage fixture. I had to cut her down with a butterflyknife, since thats all I had near me. She took another rope, was about to do the same thing, but I cut it when she put it around her neck then cut it into even smaller peices. I told my dad about it, and she told my brother. But she told my brother that I was setting her up. My dad beleives my, but my brother isnt sure. Hes 12 and loves my mom and me both, but my mom is slowly turning him away from me and my dad. He doesnt want to visit anymore, and when he does hes never as nice as he used to be.
But overall, life is better now im with my dad, and I hope my brother is okay with my mom.