Honesty, ahhh. Ok, here I go.
. My mum suffered with depression her whole life, and was on a lot of meds, My dad was an alcoholic. When she died, he sorted his life out.
. I was suicidal by the time I was 13. Nearly ended it a good few times. After almost poisoning myself at 15, I had an epiphany, and have never tried it again. The epiphany being the thought of my mum finding me dead on my bed, She was already depressed, i knew it would push her over the edge.
. I have major trust issues. And most of my close friends know nothing about me. I don't talk about my private life, or anything in my past, I don't even mention family.
. I use my " nice guy routine " to get sex. Then I use my " nice guy routine " to explain why the time isn't right for a relationship. It always works, and they end up feeling that they're in the wrong. Girls find it hard to get angry at me. (until now, female board members curse my name. )
. I have bad insomnia. The most sleep I get is 3 hours a night. If I'm lucky.
. My parents never told me they loved me, since I was born long after the rest of my family, I am well aware, that I was a mistake. I got my first paying job when I was 12, most doctor or dental visits, I paid for myself. Guess I wasn't worth the money. So sometimes I love my parents, sometimes I hate them.
I don't like this honesty stuff. 🙁 But I feel better. 🙂