a kid, a boy, a man, human
I was born in a small town to a poor family, my father left us to work when I was two years old, I have never seen him, unitl the truth came out we thought he abondeded us and he has a new family but about 10 years later we have found out that he was killed by someone in the city where he went to work. My mother raised me all these years, I have three sisters. I grew up among women. I will not concentrate on one issue because there were a lot of them. So, I grew up in poor conditions, but I have never felt like I don`t have something, because I had everything I needed. The night we found out about my father`s death, my mom and sisters cried, mourned to his death, but I didn`t, honestly I didn`t feel anything, because nothing changed for me. Later in life as I grew up sometimes I cried for him, but it was more like selfish tears, for leaving me, but as times passed I understand that we people don`t decide what`s going to happen, sometimes shit happens without of out control and will. So I kind of made peace with it. Second issue I want to tell you about is about my oldest sister. She did pretty bad decisions in her teenage years and adult years, later I have found out that she was raped, and I kind of felt bad because back when I was a kid and seeing her fighting with my mom, yes there were a lot of fights and screamings in our house, so seeing all these things kind of made me hate her. But later I just realized that shit happens. I made my peace with it too, now she has a family and two kids. I assume she is happy. I just feel bad myself because I used to be ashamed of her. So, let`s talk about me. I used to play with dolls, actually I was making one and playing with it, I was different than other kids, I mean my the kids I grew up with, I went to school at an early age, at age 4. I was in kidergarten and my friends were 6 and they were going to go to school, I just told my mother that I want to go with them, and she was working in the school then, so she and the principal decided that I can study the first grade twice, but I kind of kept up with mt other classmates, but I was the youngest always, in school, in university, and so on. So, I was different, I used to wear my sisters` clothes secretly when they`re not home, sometimes put make up on. And I remember, I was like 7 or 8, me and this one boy friend were kissing, later at age 10 and so on, there were other boys I used to make love, later I started to watch gay porn and mastrubate. The last year in high school I picked hairs from my eyebrows and my classmates made fun of me, they made it a big thing, but I didn`t care, I remember the first time I had a crush on a guy from school, then I got into university, there I had a crush on someone else, I was 16, I started to work in a hotel, I started to make money, then at age 18 I was being called to serve in army, the week I got the news I was really depressed, I even took some pills thinking that maybe I`ll die, but nothin happeded except some stomach ache. So I went to serve in army, a few months later ther was this guy, we were joking with each other then in one moment I felt weak and expressed some sexual attraction to him, we fooled around couple times, then he left, after a couple months later I foooled arounf with someone else, and some else, and some else. Then the whole crew kind of found out about my situation and believe it`s a "shamefull" thing for a boy here. So I had a friend there, like real friend who I speak even now, on holidays etc.,. So he left in summer, and there were really few people left including me there. So, some guys started to came upon me, but I`m not that kind of person who will have sex with everyone I meet. I remember there was this one guy who I really loved as a friend asked me to have sex with him, I was feeling really bad, because for me its different for them its just to use someone as a toy for pleasure, but I as a fool agreed. we hooked up copuple times. Actually before this there`s something else happened, there was this one guy, he asked to have sex couple times, I disagreed, then one night he really, like for real tried to rape me, I feel so grateful tha I could runaway. I went to hospital, told the principal that I feel bad. So after that the whole thing happened as I mentioned earlier, I kind of needed a protection. I feel like I made a choice. So the whole army thing was finally ended after a year and half. I came back home, I started to work in a different city in my uncle`s store. In summer I started drinking, and remember I mentioned a guy I had a crush on from university, so, as I got drunk I called him on the phone, and we had converstations couple of times, I confessed about my feeling, I talled him everything, he said he is just a friend that I can count on. He is still a friend of mine. Aside from this, my uncle`s son came for a few weeks to stay in there, so one night we were drinking and we hooked up with him, we used to play when we were kids. So, in the morning we pretended like nothing happened. So next year, he came again, and we hooked up again, this time I was having tough times. I committed suicide, took some pills, but nothing happened except the next day, the whole day I felt high. So I quited tha job after couple months later and came to graduate from university, I graduated, found a job, there I had a crush on my collague, we hooked up in one nigh when we were drunk. Later we had conversations with him, I expressed myself, and he told me he is a big brother to me, and to forget what happened. I was slowly getiing depressed day by day. I had to quit tha job when pandemic started, in summer I wanted to meet him, he refused, I commited sucide, and I forgot to say, when the whole thing started with him, when I was getting depressed, one day I opened up about ecerything to my youngest sister which took it pretty well, she even hugged me when I told her about my orientation. So in summer I commited suicide, and I susrvived this one too, and the next day I told everyone what I did, my mother, my sisters. everyone. I kind of realized that day that I`m bad at it, and I gotta live this bullshit life. So, a few months later I decided to move abroad and I did. I met some guy here, we had a date, it made me feel really good in the begining, later I broke up with him, because I didn`t really love him, and I felt its disrespect to him, whatever, I dont even know why I`m writing this here, but yeah, life is fucking painful, and we are the worst enemy to ourselves, our choices.