I don't know. My about me says about my current mood.
About me presently.
I think you may not understand me if I don't tell you my details, or anything about my past.

I think you still may not understand anyway, but here goes:

I was born in Virginia because my dad met my mom there.
My mom and dad argued like crazy, violent arguing mostly.
Everytime I tried to break them up from arguing, note that I was about 4 years old, my dad would chase after me as if I was the bad person.
My mom left when I was 4.
But she came back for us to live with her, so we went over to her apartment, but when we got there, her roommate had stolen all of her stuff and left without a trace.
So we ended up having to go back to our dad's house and live with him.
I really wish I could have grown up with a mother figure, because I feel like it's made me anti affectionate sometimes.
I get my temper (that you've probably never seen because I hold it in until I get home) from my dad.
I've got 4 siblings. Three of them are half siblings.
2 half brothers, 1 half sister, and 1 sister.
The half siblings are all under 7, I don't feel like specifically giving any ages.
I miss them tons and I love them with all of my heart, but I can't really see them anymore.
Nothing notable or significant occured within the span of 4th to 9th grade because I was too busy trying to be a stupid generic person.
Trying to like the same music and the same clothes and have the same views because I thought it was cool.
Honestly, I'm glad for the change. Because I should have had this change a LONG time ago.
I was just too afraid.

My freshman year, during Hurricane Katrina, I was an hour from death because I got carbon monoxide poisoning. The story goes like this:
-My dad put the generator by the window unit in the living room where we slept because it was, you know, during Katrina.
-I woke up at around 4 am and fainted a few times, not knowing how the heck I ended up in some of the places I fainted. But I do remember fainting on the tub and bruising the entire left side of my face.
-We went to the hospital and apparently if I wouldn't have waken up, I would have been dead in an hour.
-I got put on oxygen for 12 hours.
-That was pretty much my reality check.

After that, 10th grade rolled around.
The first half of that time, I was Atheist. The second half, I don't even remember what happened. But I'm glad it did.
Jesus came into my life. That's what happened. And He's still here.

Quite frankly, I don't care if you're 110 percent Atheist, just respect my religion and how I want to live my life.
I don't care if anyone thinks I'm stupid for it. Keep it to yourself.
I respect your views, and I'm not shoving anything in anyone's face, so don't shove yours in my face, por favor.
Ok, thanks.

Now it's my junior year and I don't really know what's going to happen.
But it'll be cool.


There's some history about me. But I didn't tell everything.
Those are some of the reasons I am the way I am, though.
That's pretty much it.
Comment if you want, I don't really care.