Early childhood

It started  growing up honestly.  I was raised alone with all my siblings being out of state and scattered around so i was kinda a only child really, growing up country is obviously gonna be less cramped and socializing compared to city but being on the side of country were its only farm land and the most neighbors you'll ever have is about 5, being all spaced apart for about 4 football fields 

To say the least it was lonely, i didn't have any friends on account of the town being primarily filled wirh only old seniors and the occasional stray dog. My grandparents didn't really pay me much mind until i had to take care of my grandmother, i did her shots,blood sugar;pills and insulin pretty much as soon as i was able to hold things. My hair was usually really thin and dry on account of my grandma not knowing much on curly hair, i remember crying alot and being scared of letting her brush my hair from the fact she would use straight hair combs and yank through the curls till my hair would essentially break apart. She didn't care much for styles my hair and would only care for putting me in dresses that i hated

Nobody really talked to me honestly, my grandma worked 2 jobs and my grandpa was busy with lumber,wielding and all that jazz. He was to busy most of the time to play or talk to me. Its why i usually passed time passing him tools or stacking wood. I sat and watch cable most of the time. Mostly old Reruns or vhs tapes of carebears and other things i had 

When i was still a toddler on the way to the hospital i jumped out of the car and ran straight into the road, my grandma grabbed me before a car hit me but my shoukd got dislocated 

I didn't really learn to socialize till i was maybe 5 or 6 and started pre school. I don't remember alot other then eating cottage cheese and getting hit with a toy tiger figure one day because i wouldn't give the wolf figure to a boy when we were playing in the sand pit. That ass hole

Kindergarten was kinda good. At least my first year. The kids were pretty nice, we played dinosaur legos alot and stacked blocks. I don't remember a whole lot about that year but all the kids grew up to be real assholes

My second year was awful, i got held back because i was too withdrawn and hyperactive apparently to continue. I also couldn't count to 13, I'd always skip it or say "three teen". I also could tie ny shoes. Or ride a bike. Spell. Or read. Or do alot of things actually. 

My classmates were really mean, they picked on me alot for my hair and skin or that my mom and dad weren't around. I didn't really think much of it at the time cause i was mostly obessed with fnaf. I'd go to class every day and draw the same exact thing, a mansion with lots of rooms all dedicated to my favorite fnaf characters. 

Then alot of things happened. Like alot. My uncle got really werid after a while, then my grandparents started fighting more

Then mittens died. My first cat, i watched her get ate by a bobcat. Then i watched my grandpa shoot it.

I cried alot that night, my grandma didn't do anything.  I remember her saying something like "oh well" or something like that. I cried alot more

I got really obsessed with death after that, i started killing frogs and tiny field mice i cought in really horrible ways. I won't get into that for now

Thats around the time my hallucinations started 

I got really quiet and disconnected from others after a while

I started to cope by acting like a cat all the time. I thought if i became a cat i could carry on mittens legacy

Then i stopped and finally left to first grade