Hi my full name is not that important right now but I will be revealing it on a later post..
So this is my story..I’m a writer a very good one if I may say so myself and I “was” quite clever to, although I had a average life growing up with both parents and a grandparents who love me and spoiled me in every way possible growing up in the new South Africa..so if you asking yourself why am i here writing this post on this “suicide project” if I had such a good child hood..thing is life was never good to me..truth is the life I lived was never that Sweet. I was born july 1990 in small town near cape town south africa nine months after my dad f**ked my mom after meeting her for the first
At a well know club my aunt and uncle owned where my dad used to work to pay for his studies let’s just say he had to leave his studies wen he found out he was becoming a father..amazingly he married my mother within a year after my birth..we moved into the hotel room owned by family situated by the club ,not to long after that my father loaned money from my aunt to invest in a shop in the same road of the club,I was very young bUt I can still remember my life growing up there..