My life is MOST CERTAINLY NOT a martyrdom, despite what I thought 2006 and 2016. We have it so nice and together with it, and this is true more and more it seems like. This life visited purgatory for a while and a weird place I cannot define made of dysneyland and selfishness as a child.

My dad now says he is very cerebral. When i was young I thought him a  bit dumb because he had no interest in my life and wat i was interetsed in. Same with mom. He is not dumb: he is particular.