This is not just a text,
This is history of my life,
Please listen to me,
I need to pour out my ****....

I am grew up in a poor, large family,
Sometimes there was not enough money,
Parents could not pay much attention to me,
And I, without having an upbringing and a brain
I am did not become what I am would like to be.

I'll start with elementary school.
I was subjected to bullying and beatings,
On the part of classmates,
This wounded my child soul for six years,
Until I beat those *******,
Which became me then "Friends."
Even teachers hated me for my poverty,
And for the fact that I could not afford normal clothes!

And now the most interesting ... my high school.
It all began at the time of the transition from the fifth grade to the sixth,
It was summer,
I agreed to take a walk with an unfamiliar girl and go "drink tea" to her home,
But we did not drink tea, we drank alcohol,
And when I was already a little drunk she started kissing me, ******* me,
Then she undressed herself, I first saw a female *****,
And then she sat down from above, and at first it was scary,
Then it became nice, but she ***** me as she wanted!
I became a pervert
Because of that ******* *****!
A little later I got into a bad company,
We were engaged in hooliganism,
And then I was betrayed, and I got into the police.
I began to get drunk every day,
And two years I was alcoholic,
In passing I am tried all sorts of ****,
Became addicted to drugs
****** with girls,
(From one I have a son)
And abandoned his studies.
It was a difficult and fun period of my life.

And now the ninth grade and the first year of college!
Over time, I was fed up with the rackety life,
And I found a permanent girl,
I loved her, and I was ready for anything,
I am even stopped using drugs and alcohol!
Although we often quarreled,
Sometimes we could not be each other,
But we could not do without each other either,
And, according to the law of the genre, one day we had a lot of quarrels,
I tried all the weekend and apologized,
When I saw her last time we even had ***,
And the next day she left me!
And now I miss her, although it has been almost a year ago,
I returned to a past life,
But not happy, as it was before.
And fate has more gifts for me,
I just can not forget it,
And if I forget, then somebody will just remind me of it,
Or she will write ...
But...
How will be, so will be.

At the time of writing this text, I'm only seventeen.