My mother told me once when I was about 11/12. That she gave more care to my brothers because she saw that I needed the attention less. I could take care of myself.
I guess that is sort of how I lived the next 10 years. I dont need anyone. I can take care of myself. Except for this site I never really talk about my shit.
I rant a lot. I am probably one of the most moody people you will ever meet. I nag about pretty much everything I see.
Im a negative person. The glass is always half empty.
Still it would be nice from time to time if someone would give a fuck about you, you know.
I really am not as tough as I pretend to be.