  I'm going to officially backtrack. Mum's trying to talk to me but I can't hear her past music. I was born in Greensborough in Melbourne on the 21st of the 12th. I had a brother and a sister. 3 years later, there was another addition to my family - a younger brother. My dad moved us from Diamond Creek to Hurstbridge a few years later.
I wagged school in prep, which I guess pinpointed the beggining of my problems with school. We moved to Ballarat where I started grade 3. My relatives all lived in Bendigo, except for an aunt that lived in Geelong with her family. I started at a catholic primary school. It was pretty sucky. Most of my friends were a year under me, but they were alright.
I then continued onto a public high school - which was basically the drop kick school. I went there till year 9, where a week before I was to return to school from end of year holidays, my parents moved me and my sister to a very posh private school. It sucked for me. My sister already had tonnes of friends and I didn't know anyone. By this time we had found out that my older brother had cancer. The year he died, I started having trouble with school.
Year 10. I stopped going to school gradully. It was 2003. Um. My parents then changed me to a tiny private catholic school. I didn't really go to it.
That was probably the last time I went to school. Anyway, it's now this year, 2004, I haven't been to school, I haven't got a job. I'm still on anti-depressants. My parents are trying to convince me to go to a mental institution for evaluation because I might be a danger to myself, and I pretty much live on mohaa. I do however have a love for pets. I've had lots of lovebirds.
All of them died, except for Phoenix who I realised back into the aviary. I miss Nacroth, the most tame bird I'll ever know who was eaten by our late cat. I have a kitten called Salsa, the love of my life. I have a hermit crab called Tex. Those are pretty much all my pets at this time. Alot has happened to me in my childhood which I'll leave out because the first person I ever told about that was my ex boyfriend, who happened to rip my heart out and stomp onto it.
I have also been to germany with my sister for 3 weeks. 2001, Sept 12th, the day I found out about Sept 11. 
