Hello everyone. I am back. Doin' a bit better and now you can read about me again. Let's get back to where we were, shall we?
Yes, so at 12 I tried to commit suicide. My plan was to wake up early and walk to some local arches and jump off. In a twist of fate, my alarm clock didn't go off and my mother found my note before I woke up at all. So when I did wake up, we went to the ER, I was evaluated and sent home. And then that was it. We never talked about it again, my mother never hugged me or talked to me about my feelings (yeah, it's one of those stories) and my depression was just...ignored. The positive that came out of this was, I made a friend. 3 actually. Upon returning to school, a classmate walked up to me and asked me if I had been sick. Not wanting to lie, I replied 'sort of'. She asked what happened, a few times since I was hesitant to revel what had happened. But eventually I did and so my first friendships cultivated. That friendship lasted well, up until 8th grade where differences slowly tore us apart. They helped me through a lot. There was a lot of drama back the, petty drama compared to other things but you know how teenagers are. Everything is the end of the world. 7th grade wasn't terribly exciting, my mother was still seeing that scumbag and my dad was going through his thing of finding the right woman. 8th grade got pretty interesting though. My dad was fighting for custody of us. My mom moved us across town to a new house, got pregnant and married previously mentioned scumbag. I also came out as bisexual. Maybe not right, but hey, I was still discovering myself. I actually learned of the term from my cousins while playing the board game LIFE. And it seemed fitting, ya know? I liked girls, that was for sure. I had (have) the biggest crush on Emma Watson, ever. And I had to like guys, right? Because that was normal. Or expected of me. Anyway, that kinda took a toll on the friendships I had created. It was weird, we lived in a small town in a Conservative county. All the elements to make life a little bit harder. Come March, my sister was born. Man, I loved that little girl from day 1. My mother and step father didn't do much. I was put in charge of watching her and caring for her. That's how I spent my free time for a very long time.
Next time on 'What Makes A Man?'.
Will Aiden post an entry? Will he inform you of his life? Will he use WORDS? *bumbumbum*
The answer to all these questions....is yes. See you next time.
-Aiden
P.S.- continue to spread me around the Internet like Mylie Cyrus spreads herpes. And if you can go to the bottom of my page a click the donate button to donate to hormones and such!
