Attention world: I am an asshole.

So, when I was sixteen years old, I remember being kicked out.

But this did not apparently happen. My mom says I made a choice to be kicked out. I honestly don't recall this, but it's most likely this the truth. I do know there was a deal going on after I dropped out of highschool where I had to either work, or go to school. Trouble is, I remember having a job and going to school.

I'm not sure. I honestly just can't trust my memory anymore. I thought things happened that didn't, and apparently ... I was just a miserable failure as a kid. I can accept that, even if I can't remember it.

Fuck it. I can OWN it. I can rise above it and overcome it.

My mother may never speak to me again, but that's just another reason to try and become a better person anyway.

But man.

This kinda hurts. 0 have shared the love