8 Truths of LIFE.. .
#truth no 1•No body is real in this world except Mother.
#truth no 2• A poor person has no friends.
#truth no 3• People do not like good thoughts they like good looks.
#Truth no 4• People respect the money not the person.
#Truth no 5• The person you love the most, will hurt you most.
#Truth no 6• Truth is simple but the moment you try to Explain it, it becomes difficult.
#Truth no 7• When you are happy you enjoy the music, but when you are sad you understand the lyrics.
#Truth no 8• In LiFe tow things define you "Your patience" when you have nothing & "Your attitud" when you have everything.
These are what is truth in my bitter sweet life that I found on Facebook in real life. These may pop up from time to him as a theme in these biographical fiction of my life. Let's learn these truths as the mean so much to me. Let's explore my truths and help me let go of the past and to heal. A person on Pen Pal World said that writing is the most therapeutic thing to do when you're going through a hard time or when you're not I always write every day and this is why I have Wattpad Amazon and novel card and also Webnovel these are my stories that I tell about my life in Canada and how I was treated poorly outside of my own home. I am very good parents as I grew up they were very supportive but they couldn't help me with some things that causes a lot of grief. In return they ended up with grief having to deal with me and they had to do some thing about my behaviour but they did not expect my principal Walton go to so many extremes. Walmart is not a good man to begin with so ignore the teachers to begin with and the school that I was there and they were trying to oust me out of the school because I was smarter than them and more intelligent. I was already writing books when I was six years old though I did not have a hot pad at the time or anything else to help me with my writing except for my imagination. I wrote about horror stories and ghost stories showing like the kitties little Stephen King or HP Lovecraft thing because my wife and my imagination was on the Darkside. Three things my father has told me are:
Stupidity reigns supreme
Nothing beats a good book
Always learn something even if it pisses someone else off. And I learned a lot from my father before I went to school therefore I was branded as not a genius but as a problem child. From kindergarten to grade 8 I was nothing more than a piece of trash because of what neurology I had for banality I had I kept in treasure very much so I knew about how to read and write through reading Stephen kings the stand and DNA from Jurassic park, the planets from star trek and I learned a lot of the constellations from my father so by the time I was in kindergarten I was light-years away from half the jackasses that were in the school including the teachers. They did not like this very much and they treated me like a pile of shit. I kept getting in trouble though I try not to get in trouble I was called a liar and a thief and even as much as a violent kid. All because I was different and I was unique and intelligent. Then I found out after 9/11 What made me really differe was that I had a heritage like no other but the heritage I did not know about until I took a DNA test years later. I was picked on because I had PTSD and also because of the colour of my skin and the slant of my eyes which was a slow amount enough for someone to bully the shit out of me. This is my story between me and he's in the hatred and the fact that it continued before Covid. This may break your heart and some parts there are gonna be some trigger warnings as this is a very emotional story that I am must tell inorder to find peace and justice in my life. Dear truths will pop up every once in a while. So do you look out for them. A little bit of a backstory of me was that I was born in Romania by Muslim parents who couldn't feed me or clean or closed me so they left me for dead I was adopted by a Canadian couple who are Catholic nothing wrong with being Catholic but they brought me in a Catholic school which did not turn out right this is my story about how it did not turn out right. I was tortured in the orphanage in Romania physically and then when I went to Canada I was mentally and sometimes physically abused by the students and teachers at the schools. Particularly from one girl who had it in for me to begin with her name was Kay. Then when I was in high school I thought I found the love of my life but really he was a cheater and his name was Mitchell was nothing more than a cheater, a mama's boy And someone who is a coward who had his mother threatened me with Guantánamo Bay for the second time in my life. This is just a short version of what I had to deal with as a child outside of the family home.