| "Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves." T.S. Eliot A brief history of drama you have a right to know: My senior year my girlfriend got me drunk during a party and we had sex, I don't remember a thing. She got pregnant and on April 2008 she gave birth to a baby girl, one month early. She had massive brain damage and lung trauma, and spent most of her life on life support in the hospital. We married when she was still pregnant but she blamed me for everything and filed a divorce. I lost all custody rights because I am homosexual and deemed unfit to raise a child. I currently live in Chicago with my boyfriend, pay for my child and ex's apartment, and see my daughter every Sunday. I live for Sundays. I might end up married again, but happy, or I might end up just like I was before. I psychologically need an imperfect relationship, my brain says it's required or else I don't feel loved; this probably stems from an abusive childhood. I tell myself that's no longer part of me anymore, but I don't know, still figuring things out. Things I have done that sound impressive: Rescued my uncle from Europe and becoming euthanized. He, myself, and my daughter are the only living record of my bloodline. I enjoy art, music, books of any caliber, candy, and poker. And I have gray in my beard. |










Thank you for the deviantwatch.
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"I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance..."
WHY I DON'T HAVE GRAY ON MY BEARD?
WHY I DON'T HAVE A BEARD?
Your daughter is adorable btw
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I love Shakespeare
You and I
As soon as possible
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Awww, the leaf blew away...
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