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My name is Randy,
I am not new here, but I don't know anyone here lol
I have had a crazy past, and if you want to know about it please let
me know
I just finished my first backpacking trip ever! it was hard work but
it was a great story!
I love anime, my favorite is sword art online.
I love talking to people, I like to think that I am semi social lol
I like to think that I am silly and loud and fun lol
I hope to talk soon!

now here is is story about my past (in cause you were bored lol)
It was summer time and it was so hot outside, that you could see the
heat bouncing off the asphalt of my girlfriend’s driveway. I was
glad that I was inside with my girlfriend. Her name was Mary; her hair
was as gold as the sun itself. Her eyes were the deepest shade of blue
that I had ever seen. Mary always had the aroma of freshly picked
roses and the touch of her hand was enough to make me feel like I was
the most important person in her life. She was absolutely beautiful,
and she was the single most important thing in my life. It is probably
because I loved her so much that the upcoming events wounded me so
deeply. Although I suppose if one is to understand the true
significance of this story they must know how I ended up here in the
first place. 
	Throughout my early life my mother had homeschooled me because I had
a few mental disorders that prevented me from learning in a
traditional school. However, there was one fatal flaw with
homeschooling that I was not prepared for when I went to private
school my ninth grade year. It was not the work that caused me
trouble; it was the people around me that threw me into my depression.
I had not been prepared for the cruelness of high school children, I
had never experienced having friends or betrayal before. In my eyes I
saw no reason not to trust everyone, for everyone was just like me,
scared, excited, and trustworthy. I could not have been more wrong. 
My first year I was an amazing student, but for that I was labeled a
teacher’s pet and was made fun of. I learned very quickly that trust
was not something that should be given out freely. After two semesters
of being seen as an outcast and being treated as though I was the soul
carrier of the plague, I was beaten down; my self-esteem was at an
all-time low. That is when she came into my life. I still can remember
the day Mary and I met; I was biking through one of the run down
communities in Huber Heights. The day was cool and there was a soft
wind that sent shivers down my spine. I was listening to the song
“I’ll be alright without you” by journey on my mp3 player; I was
not paying a lot of attention to the road when suddenly I could feel
myself propelled off my bike and into the air. I had just been hit by
a car, and when I hit the ground I hit my head on the curb and blacked
out. Then a few hours later I awoke to find myself in a blue bedroom
that I did not recognize.  That is when Mary came into the room,
“Are you alright?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“I’m fine, what happened?” I replied.
Mary looked at me and blushed brightly as she started to look at the
floor, “I sorrta hit you.”
	That is how Mary and I met, and after that we started talking and
eventually I found myself in a relationship with her. We dated for six
months, in which I gave her my heart. Then one fall night I went over
to her house overly excited about what I was about to do. It was
homecoming at my high school and I was going to ask her to go with me,
but when I got to her house I could tell something was wrong. As I
walked into the house, I was greeted by the smell of alcohol. I looked
and I saw her dad was passed out on the couch, I could only assume
that he was the one drinking. This confused me, for the entire six
month I has known Mary’s father he had not once picked up a beer,
let alone drank till he passed out. I quietly walked past her dad,
making sure not to wake him up from his sleep. I slowly crept into
Mary’s bedroom. The light was on and I saw Mary wearing my blue
sweatshirt crying in her bed. I ran over to her and took her in my
“Mary, what’s wrong?” I asked.
She looked up at me with her bright blue eyes and just cried. She
tried to talk but all she really could do was whimper bits and pieces
of what she wanted to say. I held her for over an hour, letting her
cry and watching her makeup run down her face until she finally looked
at me and said,
“Randy… I am pregnant…”
I looked at her somewhat in disbelief, “Mary, that’s impossible we
have not done anything…”
She started crying again and that is when I realized what had
happened, I asked “who is the father?”
“John, my ex-boyfriend he and 1 have been seeing each other for a
few weeks now,” she exclaimed.
I could not believe what I had just heard; the one and only person I
trusted had turned away from me. I got up and I left, never to talk to
her again. This was the start of my depression, the darkest point in
my life. As the school year progressed I avoided everyone, including
all my friends that I had made the year prior. I felt that no one on
this earth was truthful, that everything was a lie. I started to
believe that my life as a whole was worthless, for I had no friends,
bad grades, and I felt that no one around me could possibly understand
what I was going through. I felt as if I could disappear and not one
soul would notice. As a result of these feeling one night I attempted
to end all the pain. I walked over to the kitchen cabinets and I
started to take pills, handfuls after handfuls. Until I just fell to
the ground, I had passed out from the attempted overdose.

nowadays I'm better, and I am actually working in Human Resources and
i like to think I'm pretty awesome!! lol (doesnt mean i am) lol


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