Grade 11

Grade 11 was a hell hole to begin with it started off with all religion class with first kids arab bashing and Pakistani bashing, They were around the crowd they cost me half my lunch is over the year and I lost weight right down to 70 fucking pounds because I missed so many lunches because of these fucking Retreads. I was going to go to the pool I was going to punch everyone of them out and again I was pulling out my eyebrows and I was bagging a fascist religion teacher to To let me have lunch and let the others suffer I want as far as to get a fucking doctors note but that didn't do fuck all instead after that semester with the world religion class I ended up having a depression because of malnutrition. My parents are trying to get me to eat unhealthy foods just to get back into shape and I was eating healthy stuff instead which wasn't helping my situation I did not have an eating disorder but I had a teacher disorder.

Pretty soon I was rushed to see a psychiatrist who dubbed me as post traumatic from my time in Romania complex post traumatic from my time in Catholic school and they are Diaz well as other bullshit and clinical depression that was a big one and OCD he said that I would had a face of an angel but the temper and mouth of the devil which is kind of true why do you get on the wrong side of me I'm gonna be really two-faced bitch. This has been happening a lot in my school where I had to be a two face bitch. This is shit that my mom doesn't even know about and then I started gauging my ears and then I got really psycho pathic when my mother told me to take the gauges out. I said fuck the bullies I don't give a fuck about their existence they can die I don't give a fuck about their opinion they can take it in the shower up their assholes And blow me at the same time. My mother was shocked at this kind of language coming out of my fucking mouth but I had had enough of the bullies and had enough of trying to fucking fit in I just want to be my fucking self for once my true self that was genetically sound which was gauge-ears and pierced. I will tell you about the Amazon Pearson kid on a later date because I was stupid enough with Covid and impatient with Covid to and that I wanted some piercings. That's all I can say without blowing the book no offence. When I was given the diagnosis of clinical depression PTSD come over and complex as well as D ID and OCD I decided I was going to take charge. I forsaken the idea of politics as well as organized religion and I found out that I was compatible with Islam and as well as the Baha'i religion. So I mixed the two together to suit my personality my own brand of the two religions. But people still were at their worst with me. But I was trying to find a more peaceful approach. But it didn't work people were still calling me retarded names and other names that were horrible and God awful and we're trying to start fights with me. One girl kept saying I'll Leah Leah Leah Leah or was supposed to be Ali Ali Ali as if trying to provoke me. I told her to fuck the fuck off and that she was to buzz off before I was going to punch her out. No he fucks around calls my goddamn religion a piece of crap. It was getting to the point where I was getting fed up again then some little fucker name of Matt v said he loved me well that was fine fucking dandy but that was the first cheater I ever had to come across with our wasn't fucking fun he cheated on me with every girl from every ethnic group not that I'm a racist but I just did it I was more concerned about the girls than him and I was going to confront her many times and then one time he fucked a teacher statutory rape and I said you know what buddy you're done for I'm gay and you're not gonna tell me otherwise. The next day I heard from my guidance counsellor that I was going to be shipped off to go be shipped off or at least threaten with Guantánamo again by the hands of Matt and his mother he was such a fucking mama's boy it was ridiculous. It was just getting worse and worse and I was making more enemies than friends. Because I was gay and Muslim. And you know what I was goddamn proud of it so who the hell gave a shit about the other people the peanut gallery. I was getting more and more angry by the years came along in high school that by the time I was in my 20s I started having rages, and violent outburst towards my mother my poor mother. And self-destructive behaviour that I was trying to avoid in the first place. Enough about that I was going to tell you that Matt is now out of my fucking life and I don't have to deal with them or Casey they kept bugging me around whatever I had a good time like if I published a book or if I fucking did something good or some accomplishment they were there to fuck it up for me plain and simple. They were the planes to my buildings and they were crashing them into me. As if trying to tear me down and make me look like a fucking fool again. I wasn't gonna have any of it when I was around 20. But let's get over grade 12 first.