A Little History

Good day to all. I am here once again on this lovely campus *insert sarcasm up the yin yang here*. I’m just trying to waste time until I can register for summer classes. Hopefully everything goes well with it. It has so far, but one never knows. Anyway…

I felt like writing for a bit…so I thought I’d give you all a bit more into me and my life. Skip if it bores you. My family and I have been at odds for a long time. There’s really no specific, big reason for it. Rather a lot of small reasons that added up over time. I’m a born actor, even though I’ve been told that on more than one occasion, I honestly don’t need to be told that. I know it as common truth. I don’t have some wonderful story about how I loved watching old movies when I was young, or how I was the lead in every school play or something similar. In all honesty, I’ve never been on stage as an actor. A violinist yes, but never as an actor. My ability to act comes from a lifetime of doing such at home. Every child wants love and even acceptance. Who I was never seemed good enough. My parents were going through troubles that they did not have when my sisters were born, but as a child it is easy not to know this and believe they just didn’t like you. But as I grew older I found that I was different from my sisters. My parents did not have the time to spend with me that they spent with my sisters, so I grew up pretty self reliant. My parents have always have a hard time accepting this…well, actually they still haven’t accepted it. Mostly cause they would have to admit that they were too involved in fighting with each other to pay much attention to me. As time went on, things just grew from there. We argued on just about everything from school, to my friends, to my relationships, to my decisions on the future. Nothing was really good enough. Nowadays, things are pretty much the same. Things still aren’t good enough. My parents say they’re proud of all of us, but I know better. They may be proud of some things that I’ve done, but in no way like my sisters. There’s this unspoken, but definate division between how my parents view my sisters and how they view me. I’ll continue this later though. Take care all.

Damien