Religion to me, is a way to weaken yourself and leech strength off a principle or a belief, which I don’t believe is the right way to do things. I believe that each person should strive to make themselves stronger individuals and learn to deal with things to the fullest and not need a principle or an assertion. I was brought u

The worst part about being me, about having an identity, and coming from where I come from, dressing how I dress, talking how I talk, and acting how I act, is that there is the assumption that I am a preppy white boy. I can assure you this is not the case in the least but that is the assumption that is made about me. The truth is, no one notices the small clothes rotation I have, and no one notices that day after day I am wearing some form of cover-up to hide something I don’t want see. Do I have a disease, by all means I no. Am I sick or gay, again, no. I wish I could teach people compassion, and understanding. I value those 2 things immensely. If you have compassion for people, and are at least willing to try and understand people, you are a great person. But this sadly cannot be accomplished by most of society.

My step-dad though, he is definitely an awesome guy. He did all sorts of stuff with me and we had loads of fun during my childhood. He definitely brightened things up for me.

My family, although teaching me well, was very dysfunctional. My biological father was and still is a psychopath. He used to have visitation rights to me every 2 weeks. Antonio Castro, such a horrible man. He is actually a registered student and attending classes at HCC this semester. He made me use firearms, pistols mostly. I consider myself and could probably get rated as a Marksman. On those weekends during the summer, and fall, I was given the daunting task of chopping wood from 6am to 9pm at night. Now how is that for fun? And by the time those last few hours are hitting you, you’re losing accuracy and strength like a mad man, and you hope that you don’t clip your own leg

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Antonio Castro, Racing Mart, , mean can’t, doesn’t mean, i’m afraid,