Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy was born in New York City. This boy's parents loved him very much, his father a retired Firefighter. His mother, a gifted super genius who is still smarter then 90% of the planet.
The boy grew up in a interesting environment. His grandparents, to say the least, where self centered *******s who want to get into heaven despite being previous smokers, crack addicts, and pretty much ruined his life. This boy now refers to them as the grand*******s.
The rest of his family wasn't much better. In fact, pretty much everyone in the boy's family did drugs once. At least once. His mother tried it out, she hated it, and never did it again. His father was a drunkard sometimes too. In fact one time his snapped both of this boy's arms, and left him crying there on the ground, while his mother was away. His father was also a dick.
His father also passed on his Asperger's, which his son and wife didn't know about, so now this boy has a mental problem he didn't even know was there, or wanted.
His mother divorced said dick, and this boy and his mother moved to Arizona. The boy didn't like this as he was 5, had Asperger's/Autism and was quite attached to his 2 cats, Skittles and Snow. In fact this boy still remembers said 2 cats to this very day, and still misses them. He also had his own various items, from toys to books, and are now probably thrown away or given to his spoiled niece Cheyenne, who is a spoiled brat who needs to be slapped.
Said items and cats where there until he went back with mother, and left New York City forever. He never got any of his old items and cats back, and is greatly pissed at family.
The boy and mother had a very fast paced life, so much so that the boy's body is beginning to break down. When he became a teenager, he had an interest in girls, however he never knew this until as of recent. Now the boy is Muslim. He was born Muslim.
What do you think happens when a born Muslim encounters such feelings?
He breaks down. Caught between his wants and exploration of a world he never knew, and the religion holding him down. He wants to stay a Muslim, however he wants to understand the life of a Kufr (non-Muslim). Not to mention he has Asperger's, so he's probably not thinking straight. He's confused, tired, and quite frankly wants everyone to shut the **** up and wants someone to understand him. Which he's sure no one will. His life has been so unique, he's not sure if anyone could even begin to comprehend his problem.
He's not looking for sympathy, or whatever the hell you call it.
He just wants a normal life, or at least do somethings he wants to do for a change.
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I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do anymore...So tired...some of you have problems that can be fixed, telling me to get counselling and what not, exactly how the **** are they gonna help me?
I'm even having a little ****ing voice in my head. My brain is probably fried. I'm tired.
What am I supposed to do...
The boy grew up in a interesting environment. His grandparents, to say the least, where self centered *******s who want to get into heaven despite being previous smokers, crack addicts, and pretty much ruined his life. This boy now refers to them as the grand*******s.
The rest of his family wasn't much better. In fact, pretty much everyone in the boy's family did drugs once. At least once. His mother tried it out, she hated it, and never did it again. His father was a drunkard sometimes too. In fact one time his snapped both of this boy's arms, and left him crying there on the ground, while his mother was away. His father was also a dick.
His father also passed on his Asperger's, which his son and wife didn't know about, so now this boy has a mental problem he didn't even know was there, or wanted.
His mother divorced said dick, and this boy and his mother moved to Arizona. The boy didn't like this as he was 5, had Asperger's/Autism and was quite attached to his 2 cats, Skittles and Snow. In fact this boy still remembers said 2 cats to this very day, and still misses them. He also had his own various items, from toys to books, and are now probably thrown away or given to his spoiled niece Cheyenne, who is a spoiled brat who needs to be slapped.
Said items and cats where there until he went back with mother, and left New York City forever. He never got any of his old items and cats back, and is greatly pissed at family.
The boy and mother had a very fast paced life, so much so that the boy's body is beginning to break down. When he became a teenager, he had an interest in girls, however he never knew this until as of recent. Now the boy is Muslim. He was born Muslim.
What do you think happens when a born Muslim encounters such feelings?
He breaks down. Caught between his wants and exploration of a world he never knew, and the religion holding him down. He wants to stay a Muslim, however he wants to understand the life of a Kufr (non-Muslim). Not to mention he has Asperger's, so he's probably not thinking straight. He's confused, tired, and quite frankly wants everyone to shut the **** up and wants someone to understand him. Which he's sure no one will. His life has been so unique, he's not sure if anyone could even begin to comprehend his problem.
He's not looking for sympathy, or whatever the hell you call it.
He just wants a normal life, or at least do somethings he wants to do for a change.
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I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do anymore...So tired...some of you have problems that can be fixed, telling me to get counselling and what not, exactly how the **** are they gonna help me?
I'm even having a little ****ing voice in my head. My brain is probably fried. I'm tired.
What am I supposed to do...
