It's 02:00 AM, that time of the night where I feel like writing shit again, only this time I'm putting it into effect.
My father was ex-military and a mechanic, during his time in the military, he was stationed in Okinawa, his favorite leisure activity was fucking Japanese prostitutes and getting drunk, eventually he was dishonorably discharged for going AWOL. He then went back to the U.S. and proceeded to work as a mechanic until retirement.
My mother is a Philippine long-tailed macaque who inhabited the mountainous region of the Philippines called Mindanao, she's a very violent primate, I don't know anything about her since she hates speaking to me, but according to my father, she worked in a bar. I didn't know they employed monkeys.
My father already had 5 children before he migrated to the Philippines, I believe each one came from a different woman. But being the sex-addicted imbecile he is, he couldn't stop even though he was getting old, so he SEAmaxxed and met my mother in the same bar I mentioned earlier.
Science says it is not possible for human sperm to impregnate a monkey, but somehow my parents achieved that, no fucking idea how, but I was born.
Eventually a year after my birth, the monkey decided to ditch my father and force him to pay child support, she then dated some rich fat guy who we lived with for a few years, before he got tired of her violent primate rage and kicked her out.
Living at home with an unhinged ape was like navigating landmines, I got violently beaten for every small thing, I was never told why, maybe the monkey thought that physical violence is a good way to train a juvenile human, it also neglected me and didn't want to raise me, so it gave me this digital device.
Hence, I was raised by the internet, videogames and YouTube was my childhood, those are the only memories I have aside from getting my ass beat and getting screamed at by an ape.
Here's where I realize my father was a coward, and I started hating him, I found out he escaped to Mexico to dodge the draft during the Vietnam war, they should've hunted his ass down and strapped him on a boat.
I wish my father died in Vietnam, I didn't ask for this painful existence, I exist because he's a hedonistic coward who can't look death in the eye, now I have to do that for him.
I'm tired of typing, next post will be about my school experience, when I find the energy again.
My father was ex-military and a mechanic, during his time in the military, he was stationed in Okinawa, his favorite leisure activity was fucking Japanese prostitutes and getting drunk, eventually he was dishonorably discharged for going AWOL. He then went back to the U.S. and proceeded to work as a mechanic until retirement.
My mother is a Philippine long-tailed macaque who inhabited the mountainous region of the Philippines called Mindanao, she's a very violent primate, I don't know anything about her since she hates speaking to me, but according to my father, she worked in a bar. I didn't know they employed monkeys.
My father already had 5 children before he migrated to the Philippines, I believe each one came from a different woman. But being the sex-addicted imbecile he is, he couldn't stop even though he was getting old, so he SEAmaxxed and met my mother in the same bar I mentioned earlier.
Science says it is not possible for human sperm to impregnate a monkey, but somehow my parents achieved that, no fucking idea how, but I was born.
Eventually a year after my birth, the monkey decided to ditch my father and force him to pay child support, she then dated some rich fat guy who we lived with for a few years, before he got tired of her violent primate rage and kicked her out.
Living at home with an unhinged ape was like navigating landmines, I got violently beaten for every small thing, I was never told why, maybe the monkey thought that physical violence is a good way to train a juvenile human, it also neglected me and didn't want to raise me, so it gave me this digital device.
Hence, I was raised by the internet, videogames and YouTube was my childhood, those are the only memories I have aside from getting my ass beat and getting screamed at by an ape.
Here's where I realize my father was a coward, and I started hating him, I found out he escaped to Mexico to dodge the draft during the Vietnam war, they should've hunted his ass down and strapped him on a boat.
I wish my father died in Vietnam, I didn't ask for this painful existence, I exist because he's a hedonistic coward who can't look death in the eye, now I have to do that for him.
I'm tired of typing, next post will be about my school experience, when I find the energy again.
