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When I was a child, I learned how to fight early on. I grew up in a Hispanic neighborhood, and I was the only white kid on the block. (Lucky me.) I grew up a fighter. I just lost my first home due to my bio parents being complete idiots to lose their child, now I am stuck with some strangers who force me to go outside and endure the harsh environment the other kids had made. Talk about from the frying pan and into the fire, am I right? All jokes aside, they were brutal. Weapons ranging from broken bike chains, to stinging weeds, to BB guns; they were anything but merciful when it came to me.

Every. Damn. Day. I came home in a sweat with a new mark on my body, slowly scarring from whatever procedure they used that day. The biggest of my scars being on my face. I claimed at 7 years old, an arrow breached my skin and bounced off. (Again, lucky me.🙄) Directly underneath my right eye is a small mark, after many years of healthy healing, the scar remains. Tiny, but a chapter marked in my story forever. I only met 3 other white kids. They were all my close friends, because at least they never tried to quite literally stab me in the back.

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How About A Little Backstory?

Well my screen name is Coulson. I love the idea of being anonymous for just the hell of it. I am not concerned for my safety, more as to add a little spice to my blog. Maybe then I'll be able to make some new friends on here, who knows?

I am currently 19, going on 20 years old as of December 17th. After my years of living, I have adapted and overcome many challenges as a child that sparked my entire personality.

When I was a small bébe, I lived with my parents, Joshua and Brandy. I knew no better on how life worked. But all around me, there was one terror after the other. My parents fought whenever something went wrong, and when they fought, things always gets bloody. From 2002-2006, I was freed from their "care" and went into adoption at the age of 5.

My grandparents, who had previously raise 3 other females before me, decided to take me in through court. This is where my life kinda changed. When I entered the household, I would cuss and walk around beating shit. I was a child who grew up as fighting being a daily thing. I knew no better.

I never had a good relationship since then with my new parents, because they really meant nothing to me. They then decide to mentally and physically abuse me throughout the years.

One time, I didn't make my bed one day and my grandfather decided to slam my head into a doorframe, that he still denies today. We ate spaghetti that night, and he tried to apologize at the dinner table. My grandmother was working at the hospital and she didn't get off until later. Nobody else was home, so of course his bravery of doing something so vile was prompted. Fast forward until last year is where things get really serious.

As of November of 2020, is when I finally snapped. It was a week after my first car crash where I was a passenger of my friend's car. He entered a busy highway from a yield, confused as to whether or not it was a 4-way stop, and got smashed on the drivers side from a minivan at probably about 55 mph. I was sitting behind the drivers seat when the event happened. My ribs hurt a fuck ton and there just wasn't anything I could have done about it. I never went to the hospital for my minor injuries, I was entirely against it.

Anyways, back on topic, a week has passed and my new parents, my grandfather and my grandmother decided to get attitudes with me when they never asked about the crash to me at all. They went as far as to yell and scream at me until I said enough was enough, I was moving out.

I grabbed as much as I could. I prioritized clothes, toiletries, and anything else I could and I moved out. As a result, half of my stuff being here, and there.

For years, I have lived in quiet torment, hiding behind a locked door and a computer screen, I took to social media at a young age just to get away from my own home.

Thus begins my story of how I overcome many challenges.

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hey there! i will be writing tidbits or maybe a full life story of how my life is going. i hope you will find my venting extremely beneficial as for you might be in the same situation and you might wanna know what mistakes to avoid when encountering them. my goal is to help people, by helping myself.

sincerest,

coulson.