I Was Fat, Pretty Ugly And Had Awful Hair.
I Used To Get Teased Every Fxxking Day,
Slammed Up Against Lockers, Punched In the
Face- You Name It. Hell. I Had To Go To Prom
With One Of My Female Friends Because I
Couldn't Even Get a Proper Date. I
Can't Even Look Back At Those Photos
Because I Look So Bad. I Transferred Schools,
But the Teasing Just Got Worse.After A,
Let's Say "Incident" I Had With
The School Play, The Bullying just Got Worse.
But I Made It Through High School, Only To
Find Out That Real Life Was Pretty Much The
Same. I Just Stayed In My Dark Room All Day.
I Didn't Talk To Anyone, I Didn't Go
Outside. I Just Stayed Inside And Drew.
I'd Draw Vampires, Mummies Heroes,
Villains. Anything To Help Me Escape All The
Bad In The World. I Went to Art School And
Didn't Really Belong. All I Could Draw
Was Comic Book Characters I Tried To Put Mu
Only Good Talent To Use, By Drawing A Cartoon
And Pitching It - Only To Have It Turned
Down. Life To Me Was Just Pointless. I
Started Drinking, Doing Drugs And Just
Generally Wasting My Life Drawing. Then One
Day, I Saw Bodies Falling From The Sky. I
Witnessed People Dying. And That's When I
Deiced To Turn My Life Around. I Called Up
Anyone I Knew Who Had An Instrument And We
Formed A Band. Being On Your For The First
Few Years Was Bad. All We'd Do Is Get
Drink And Do Drugs, But I loved It Because I
Was Doing Something I Loved With People I
Loved. And A few Years Ago I Met The Most
Perfect Women Ever, It's Like We Share A
Wave Link Or Something. She Just Knows me,
Without Even Knowing Me If You
Understand.