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| User: | outtastate (3906883) A Boy Alone
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| Name: | Matt Burd | |||||
| Location: | San Diego, California, United States | |||||
| Birthdate: | 1988-02-27 | |||||
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| AOL IM: |  shinypantalos (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||
| Bio: | I am a lost soul I was born in San Diego CA. I have lived here most my life except a breif period from August 2004 to December 2004. During that time I was very depressed, though I was close to 2 very cool people. Ashly was in my math class; she was just an odanary girl, but she was kind, funny and had an all out attractive personality. The other was Becky. Becky was punk, an amazing writer, very sensative, and very fun to be around; unfortunitly Becky and I rarely saw each other because she didn't have any of my classes, she had a different lunch, and nobody in washington seemed to want to have a social life, including her and Ashly. If it weren't for my friends I would not be living with in 100 miles of San Diego. I have a horrible family life. My birth father was a satanic child malester and was put in jail when I was only 1. My very depressed mother tried rasing us on her own, working full time and refusing to go on welfare. This caused hard times as a kid. My sister, who is only three years older than myself, pretty much from the start had to take on the roll of mom. I was no help. I was a very agressive child. My sister and I were in constant fights. When I was 7 my mom started dating a man named Jesse. He was a huge impact on all of are lives. My mom loved him very much. He was the first father figure to my sister and I... After a year my mom started talking about marrage and he left, fearing commitment... Tragicly a month after there seperation he died in a plain crash. May he rest in peace A year later my mom met Ric who is now my step father. He is sixteen years older than her and had no assets to his name. After six months of dating they were ingaged. I don't know what my mom aw in him. He was overwait, lazy, and made no attempt at being any sort of father to Jena and I. January 1, 1997 they were married. Jena and I were not happy about it at all. That year they dicided to by a house. We moved on my birthday. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my friends. For the first three years Jena was constantly fighting him, but after hours in concilling they work out there problems. He was frequently changing jobs but after getting a job as a cosoultant, my mom was finaly able to quit working full time and take over a coffee shop. Then Ric and I started fighting. I was doing bad in school. We had several physical encounters. He once pulled a pull up bar out of my wall and threw it at me...We still to this day havent worked out are problems, we just don't talk to each other. The first year of high school i started to get into the punk scene. All my friends were punks but I was just a tinybopper. Now that I look back I realize how very inmature I was. It was at this point in my life that I started to get a real life. I was developing opinions that were different from my parents, I was starting to have my own beliefs. My sophamore year I became more of a punk. My relationships with my friends grew really strong. I had a job working at my moms coffee shop breaking down another social barier. This is when I got my car. Over that summer I had some of the best days of my life...Then my mom sent me to washington because she didnt like my friends... Now im back | |||||
| Memories:: | 7 entries | |||||
| Interests: | 7: art, coffee, food, music, photography, poetry, writing | |||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||
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| Friend of: | 18: 1stoopidfool, __fakefuneral, _livefortoday, alex655321, dariveraintdeep, devoted2love, dreamfromacloud, dynomite__kills, el_ka_bong, faries_doexist, hey_doll_face, joeisdead, light_and_glass, nelytheelephant, oneandthesame, sleepwontcome, sunken_cunt, themovementkill | |||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||
