{THIS MIGHT BE BORING BUT YEA THIS IS MY LIFE STORY}

I was born in PR in 2002. my mom wanted to move to the united states when i was about 3. Then i enrolled in preschool and all that good education came crashing in and then i basically forgot 50% of Spanish and i learnt a lot of English.

As a child i was very dumb and i had no idea what was happening 99% of the time and to this day i swear i was on crack or something because i was just that unaware of anything. i had homework to do and i never did it and i don't know why because there was literally nothing to do when i was little. i had so much time on my hands and i spent it on doing nothing or rolling down the hill in the backyard of my old house acting like the crackhead i was.

Elementary school was tough. i wore freakin shorts over leggings. wow, what a look. to this day, i had no clue why i wore such a thing. it wasn't even cool then. only 1 other person in that class wore it too. i mean, at-least i didn't go through it alone.

then we get to middle school. oh geez. i really hated middle school. its better than high-school when it comes to school lunch, but still. I wore vibrant colors for 6th grade and only had two trustworthy friends. but i was then failing science which kinda sucked. i didn't understand anything no matter how many times the teacher told me something. this grade was the last grade when it came to me being unaware of things. i had to move to another home, which meant moving to another school. i then said "bye yaw yeet" to the students and friends at that school and i yoted out of there.

its 7th grade now, new school, new me. when i entered this new school, i suddenly became WOKE. i got better friends. and then i started being EMO. i wore the same 5 black outfits for both 7th and 8th grade every, freaking, day. mind. blown. i really got so depressed out of no where and then that's when i became sensitive to literally anything. someone would be breathing next to me and then i would start to break down. no jk, this never happened in this exact scenario but yes, these two years really hit me hard and many tears were shed.

but that's in the past. moving on... in those two years i applied to a tech school and boom i made it in because I'm just that cool.

freshman year. really stank honestly i cant explain how stank it was. i sat alone for all of my classes. except health. i had one new friend. my other friends from 8th grade went to separate classes with each-other and i was left to die from loneliness. shop cycles were better than academic cycles. i mean, when are they not. no one wants to carry their 100 pound book bag all over the place to classes they don't wanna be in. that's for me though. some girls i see have these really small bookbags and i always ask myself "how do they carry all of their stuff in that small gucci bag," like,,, i need so many things? why do they only need a folder?? how are they organized with that blue paper folder containing everything. it doesn't make sense. besides all of that, when we are in shop cycle we barely need anything because of the shop i took. some other shops have to carry a lot. but I'm not in those shops, so a win for me.

and now you guessed it. I'm now in sophomore year and I'm still mentally damaged from all of the embarrassing things that i have done when i was little. I'm still kicking it at art and all that stuff. I'm trying my best to have time for both homework, drawing and sleeping.