Where do I begin? Right, I should introduce myself first. My name is H.S. as this was written I am 22 years old. This is my biography, this is the story about my entire life that happened so far. I wrote this because I’m currently suffering from isonomic and I don’t have anything else to do. Now that introduction is over, lets begin my story.

I was born to an affair of my parents; my father was a married man and he took my mother as his second wife while he’s still married. While my mother know that he was a married man, she’s still stayed with him for over ten years before I was born. I really wonder why was she in love with a married man? Was it because of his money? Did it start with money and she slowly love him for real? Whenever I asked her, she always answer me that it starts with money but she was truly in love with him even when he found new lovers. I couldn’t confirm or deny her statement because as far as I remember it was always her and me. She is a very loving mother; this is something that I can confirmed. She shows this fact again and again despite the fact that I constantly broke her heart.  Was I angry toward my father for leaving us? No, I never was. It’s hard to hate the man that give you money despite when he’s separate from your mother. For those who live in a better world, child support is a foreign term in where I was born. Child support is something done out of love not forced by law so even if he cuts all contacts, I wouldn’t be angry at him. There are a few other reasons that I don’t hate him. For starter, my mother left the fact that I’m born from an affair for almost 16 years… for the first 16 years, I only know that he left us for his new lovers when he fell out of love toward my mother. Another reason is hating someone who lost his left side sensation due to diabetes and high blood pressure is really tasteless. All I hear about him from my mother was always great things. Some of you might call her a home wrecker and a gold digger but I won’t be angry toward you. After all you are just strangers whom I don’t even know who read it on the other side of this screen, you are entitled to your own opinions so feel free to give your response in the comment section. From the few times I met him when he took me out for food and gave me money, I could say that he was a pitiful man. All the money he got was depleted when he fell due to his illness. To make my mother happy I never told this fact toward her. Whenever she asks me how I feel toward him, I always said what she wants to hear. Hiding my true feeling towards him from my mother. There is another reason that I’m grateful toward him, when I was 2 years old, I almost lost my life when I had an accident. Only with his money that I was saved and alive till today writing this story. Enough about my father, let’s talk more about my mother instead. She is one of the greatest mothers I could ask for, despite growing up poor with no money she always tried her best to give me the best thing she cans afford. Even at the expense of her own. Luckily when I was 5, I managed to enroll to a charity organizations school. This school taught me many things. I spent more than half my 22 years of life studying in this school. These foundations fund my study of English and give me a proper education. I can’t really imagine what my life looks like if I wasn’t enrolled into this school. Considering how poor my family is, I doubt I could learn this kind of English in normal school. Its name is Transform Cambodia, if you see this story then I want to thank you again formally for everything you done for me and I’m really grateful for your generosity in funding of education for children that couldn’t afford it.

I have many memories in this school, the good one and the bad one. Since I spent my entire childhood and teen in this school after all.

Let me tell you about this school system. They are Christianity foundations that was funded by Christian in Australia, they care deeply about children education. When I enrolled there are only 3 centers and each center content 100 children. I was in c3, and no they have good intentions so please don’t give creepy joke about them in the comments since I won’t tolerate this. You are entitled to your options for this topic as long as you don’t share it in the comments section. I was always a smart kid so I stand out really well during my childhood, but my entire personality is a mess. I was raised by a single mother whose love spoiled me. I can’t connect well with people and since I’m incredibly skinny I was often bullied. No, this is not some movie where I was bullied because of being fatherless or poor but because I’m too skinny and can’t stand up for myself. Nobody touch on the subject of me having no father because this school is for the unfortunate students, looking back having no father has never been the reason of me being bullied. But it’s because I was always a smartass and can’t connect with other. Since I was young, I was always proud of my intelligent, I do suffer from ADHD but I was never diagnosed until adulthood so that might be another reason I was bullied. But even if I was diagnosed, I doubt anything would change because this country lumps all mental illness into being crazy after all. I can’t expect much from the people who called an entire black people “n*****” slang in my language and white people either “French” or “American”. There is one thing I still think to this day “I’m surrounded by ignorant people.”. Because of that mindset and the fact, I don’t know how to be humble I could never connect and have friends like other people, despite spending almost 8 hours with most of them for 4 years I can’t call any of them best friend at all. Yes, I don’t take the word “friend” lightly. So, we were classmates and acquaintances but not friend. But when I was young, I never know the difference between a true friend and acquaintance. So, I put myself in vulnerable position that let others hurt me. Those I consider to be my friend never treat me the same way I treat them. I was just someone smart who they can take advantage of or a pitiful classmate they talk to out of pity. But there is one person whom I could say to be my friend since she never takes advantage of me and never stab me when I was vulnerable. But I never treat her as one when I was young, since I love her so much that I don’t know how to treat her. Just like normal boy I always treat her harshly because I don’t know how to convey the feeling towards a girl. I’m a skinny smartass who too insecure to make friend with girls. They said first love is magical and unforgettable, I can’t help but agree. Since even after all these years even after all being rejected, I am still in love with her. During my student time with her I never once confessed. When I was a kid, I love her because she was someone who I consider to be my rival in intelligent but that was just a minor crush. When I was 10 years old, I begin to realize my feeling and somehow managed to make a few friends with boys and on good talking term with the girls. I was quite mature for ten years old. I could say that during my grade 6 is my most memorable time. You see from where I come from school only last 4 hours and since the foundation, I attend only teach bible and English, they also funded my studies of my own language in public school. My grade 6 teacher was the most memorable person, I still remember her name since she was such a great teacher. Public school teacher is like most teacher from other countries, most of them only there for paycheck but this country takes it one step further. The teacher collect money from students too because their paycheck is even worse than factory worker. The teacher doesn’t really like poor students since we can’t give them much money but my grade 6 teacher was the fairest person, she never demanded a specific amount of money from students and even as little as 0.10$ help and if you don’t have money you don’t need to give it to her. For perspective, my breakfast cost 0.25$ and my allowance is 0.75$. The foundations school give me lunch so I only need to worry about water and some snacks. Right let get back on track. Where do I leave of? Aha, remember the name of the foundations? You see they really love transform and changing since teachers often go and changing from one center to another center. At this point in time there are 6 centers. Did I tell you that I am also a teacher’s pet? If you could relate to children then you also know that teacher pet is often target of bullying. It’s like I do it internationally to be a target of bullying. I’m someone who give the most reaction toward teasing and a crybaby. Since I was smaller than the other kids and have a shitty personality of not knowing how to fist fight, I’m a really great target for bullying. Did I tell all of these to you so I could gain your sympathy? No, I don’t give a fuck about your sympathy. It’s just that this is the cheapest way of ranting and telling my story without spending money on therapy. I’ll try my best to answer all your questions when you read my story. If this bored you then you can just leave since this story will be not interesting at all. It’s just a depression story without filter or lies. I think I get off track again. During my grade 6 the management of TC thought of a good idea. It’s to exchange students from c1 with c3. What the criteria for the exchange of students you might ask? It’s simple, intelligent and their size. C1 will be for students who are great students and bigger and C3 will be for those who are slow and small. Let’s guess which center was I assign to?

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****Spoiler**** if you haven’t guessed then you shouldn’t read the answer: c³. That’s right despite of being smarter than most kids I was assigned to c³ because the fact that I was smaller than most kids. Let just say at that time I throw a huge tantrum. All the hard earning friends whom I can share my feeling with and the only person I love are going to c¹ while I’m left to rot with stupid and problematic kids of both c³ and former C¹ kids. I ask myself what did I do to deserve all of these? Wow thank you God for your trail of my faith. I’m sure you want to test my faith in you when you gave me this trail but you see I don’t lose faith at all despite felling this test He gave me. Is it because I’m too arrogant and think I’m better than everyone? Is it because the teachers want me to experience new thing and get out of my comfort zone? You see, asking someone whom is a train wreck was a bad idea. It took me 4 years to make a few friends despite being a snotty nose brat. Do you think I would fare better when I’m 10 and could think more complex than before? Actually, I protest like 6 years old who throw tantrum. I begin to skipped school. I was the smart kid, former teacher’s pet who throw tantrum by skipping class. Where do I go when I skip class? The internet café alone playing game. Some of you might ask this “how did 10 years old can skip class and entering an internet café?” well my answer to you is if you read it this far and can’t find answer then you should really read this story again and again for a few times. You will know that the country I was born in have one of the worst education systems.  I can’t believe internet café was legal when they openly let kids and children enter during school hours. If I could turn back time and stay as an adult, I would run for president of education ministry and outlaw those assholes. I am always an opportunist rule breaker and criminal. But thank God that the foundations that was funded by Australia and Christian aren’t like my countries education systems. Since I get lost easily, I only enter internet café on the route to school and my house. So, finding me and dragging me from the internet café wasn’t hard. But since I was a cunt and I never get a taste of consequences before I never learned my lesson and skip school after two weeks of lectures. I don’t know what was I thinking when I enter the same place I was found at last time. Maybe I’m not as smart as I think I am. Obviously I’m not as smart as I think. I was just a frog in a well who egos were feed by those surrounding me. I might be the smartest in a class but I’m not the brightest when it comes to breaking rule or anything else in general. Even my English that I’m so proud of is a mess. If you are reading this and think you can be an editor, please contact me. Since I really need an editor for my work. Depend on when you are reading this you might be paid or this could be volunteering work. Ah shit I’m getting of track again. Where did I leave off again? Wait I’ll just go read the above again. Forget it, since it’s 3 am now I’ll go to sleep now. I’ll update this story when I have another sleepless night. It could be tomorrow since that is my birthday and I have no relationship I don’t celebrate it at all. What a life I’m living in.