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Welcome To My Silly Life
Music is a huge part of my life and always has been. When I listen to music, it can lighten my mood, or it can darken it. I always find a connection with a song in some way. A song which describes me as a person and my life is called "Fuckin' Perfect" by Pink. It sings of someone being misunderstood, mistreated and living with bad decisions.
The first lyric in the song that talks about bad decisions is all I have done since I was about 12-years-old. First of all, I started by skipping school with my friends to go and hang out. I began having sex then I chose to smoke just because all my friends were doing it. At 15, I made the bad decision of leaving home when I could have stayed and went to college and really make a great life. From then on, I just kept making bad decisions one after another from choosing the wrong kind of love all the way to having kids. I just never really thought anything through; I was very compulsive and irrational.
Being mistreated all began when I was about 10-years-old. My father was never good at controlling his temper. I remember staying all night at a boy's house and coming home to my father waiting on me at 6 in the morning standing in my room. He demanded to know where I had been, but I chose to lie which made it even worse. My father backed me up in my small bathroom and raised me up by my neck. At the same time, he was
Music is a huge part of my life and always has been. When I listen to music, it can lighten my mood, or it can darken it. I always find a connection with a song in some way. A song which describes me as a person and my life is called "Fuckin' Perfect" by Pink. It sings of someone being misunderstood, mistreated and living with bad decisions.
The first lyric in the song that talks about bad decisions is all I have done since I was about 12-years-old. First of all, I started by skipping school with my friends to go and hang out. I began having sex then I chose to smoke just because all my friends were doing it. At 15, I made the bad decision of leaving home when I could have stayed and went to college and really make a great life. From then on, I just kept making bad decisions one after another from choosing the wrong kind of love all the way to having kids. I just never really thought anything through; I was very compulsive and irrational.
Being mistreated all began when I was about 10-years-old. My father was never good at controlling his temper. I remember staying all night at a boy's house and coming home to my father waiting on me at 6 in the morning standing in my room. He demanded to know where I had been, but I chose to lie which made it even worse. My father backed me up in my small bathroom and raised me up by my neck. At the same time, he was