Hey, I’m Blue. Dark Blue. I’m currently seventeen years old, about to start my senior year in high school. I’ve gone through some shit. But let’s go all the way back to how I began a living human being.
Both of my parents dropped out of high school. My mom did at the age of fifteen and my dad at sixteen. My mom moved back and forth between her divorced parents. From Texas, to Georgia, back to Texas, and so on. Her and my father were always off and on because of that exactly. And this is where is could get confusing so pay close attention and please stick with me.
I’m not sure who my real father is. My mom’s younger sister told me several years ago, and continues to tell me to this day, that the dad that I live with today, isn’t my biological father. Supposedly, when my mom was in Texas, she had a boyfriend. Of course, they did the didly doo. Then she moved back to Georgia really soon afterwards. Once she was back in the Peach State, she found out she was pregnant. Her and my “dad?” were always in love with each other so he left his girlfriend at the time(who was also pregnant, later had my older half-brother), to raise me. That’s what my aunt, grandma, and uncle tell me. According to my mom, none of that is true. She doesn’t like to talk about it though, and never brings it up to her family. Supposedly, the only reason my half-brother is four months older than me is because my parents were fighting and broke up for a little bit. Who knows? Definitely not fucking me.
Well, one of those stories is how I came to be. I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure. Does it bother me? Do I think of it almost everyday? Yes. What can I do about? Dildy fucking squat. Anyways, that’s me. I hope you stay tuned to read more about my dysfunctional life.
Be safe. Don’t do drugs. 🙂