life story books
Same country of birth
United Kingdom
Same year of birth
1998

that pineapple

Fathers name: the pineaplle

Mothers name: the pineapple

Country of Birth:

United Kingdom

Year of birth: 1998

Places of Residence:

earth

First of all i'm really sorry if i break any rules and if i'm doing this wrong, i'm a noob (i'm new) There is mention of r*pe self harm and eating issues i'll not make any spoilers but just so you're warned

Before i say anything else i want to say i'm not attention whoring and i know a lot of people have had it or have it worse off (believe me) nothing to do with this profile has anything to do with anything else at all so this anonymous anyway time to start , are you sitting comfortably?

I start off in life born into a little family , I don't remember much at all. But one thing i remember was my mum loved me and my brother so much and my brother he was the best brother I could ever hope for i joke and call him gay and stuff(i'm not homophobic i've had partners of both genders) but i love him so much and i miss him so much. When i was born my birth father was a horrible, horrible man. (I don't know why i'm saying all this i just need to vent to random people i've never met and never will, just get all this sh*t off my chest without worrying someone who'll then go cut or something.) My father would hit my mother and the usual crap and he threw my mother and I down the stairs . when i was three weeks old. He slit the throat of my brothers rabbitt. It's assumed or suspected he was a peado by social services and says on my paperwork 'possible sexual abuse' I don't think so but maybe he did to my sisters. Anyway things got so bad( my step dad doesn't know it all and my mum it hurts too much for her to tell me so i'm missing some parts but bear with me) that my mother and i were submitted to a mother and child ward until they could arrest him and so they did. Next on the scene came my step father, god i love him.He loves my mum and us so much and he's got a really funny ( a little messed up tbh) sense of humor and at this point he's in jail but we visit sometimes and then he comes home , i can't remember everything but he got done for manslaughter at 18 my memory is fuzzy and it hurts to think so sorry for crappy inconsistencies anyway all i remember was that he was awesome and we had a little corner shop and we'd bake cakes for mum little surprises from her little boy and her hubby :') about the manslaughter thing don't worry it was an accident my dad got in a fight, drunk. I dont hate him for it he always provided for us and loved us and didn't mean to kill his best friend. The drink can make devils of us all. seriously he regrets it and he's old now and i know it lays heavy on his heart. He's not a bad person and i know that even now it still hurts him. He killed his best friend. anywayyy.( my father is the man who my impregnated mum where as my dad is my step father) My sister was a bitch and accused my dad of hitting us. We were seperated our entire family torn. It was even proven that she was lying.The date i don't remember it but i was four years old.A car was in front of the school.My parents were being told in a social workers office that they could keep us, lying cunts.I walked to the car. Somethings wrong. I dismiss it, getin the back seat and we're driving and i'm just thinking of how to get out and then i here the social worker offers me a toy.I thought I was getting kidnapped, cos this anonymous i'm not going to lie I was an inteligent kid. When I was taken to her house. the foster carers house they literally pulled me out screaming and crying. ' you'll only be here a few days' turned eventually into 6 years in that time the foster carers daughter used to verbally abuse us and push our faces in our mattresses.not fun.our foster carer would sometimes take us out to go to a local beach town well I say local it was about 2 hours away anyway she was very strict but I know people who've been r4p3d so i've had it easy. Anyway we were given things from some german (i think german) catalogue of wooden toys. i guess they were kind of cool.She watched us shower and made us do ines for stupid things. She was very strict and we were not allowed in our rooms until bed time and would get told off for going to the toilet at night. My bedroom was a little space under the attic stairs, We've never seen the attic but know it was like an extra house level with bathroom and a bedroom for her daughter to live in . Most of the time i would read, mostly harry potter and a series of unfortunate events. We weren't allowed access to the internet or to choose what to watch on tv or video games but in the summer we'd play in the back garden and people would come and go and there was this one girl who well she wanted sexual stuff at about she was i'm guessing 8 and i was six. six year old can not get erections and neither of us knew about sex so were just sat there on the bathroom floor not even truely understanding how arkward this shit was we didn't do anything and then the foster carers husband walked in . He just shouted at us a little and that was the last any of us heard of that , i think he just needed a pee but i digress eventually when i was about 8 i started going to a friends house i don't know what happened to him( his brother was still living at home but somethinghappenedto him i don't know and it's just occuredto me he could be fuckingdead) but we would play on his trampoline and i'd play old gameboy/colour/advanced games with him and we would sleep over and god i loved that an escape from my foster carer i felt almost normal his mum treated me pretty darn well and i was a real 'boy' at that stage i was pretty much having fun and it was awesome we were real brothers and i loved that little shits ass. oh god he;s fuckingdead i bet i knew someting happened but i dont know what all i can remember is he wasnt home anymore just his brother i don't know oh god. anyway sometime later i went to a families house to get adopted. didnt work out. my foster carer blamed me. eventually she forced me to write a letter saying i wanted to live in a boarding school. aged 10- i go to an all boys school that's for 'special needs kids' because at the time i was introverted and shy and emotionally detached and i would sit in my room and read and slowly that place changed me into a horrible person. They used to restrain me for litterly anything. i've been restrained for swearing. We're not allowed outside by ourselves. I'm not allowed a phone and my only internet is from school anyway fast forward to age 12 i'm finally becoming something a little like me i start cutting and hating everyone and myself . I hate everything i want to die. They remove everyting and i mean everything i fucking own when they see the cuts all i have left is my bed i cry every fucking night.My cuts get deeper and deeper eventually aged 14 i get my stuff back and in that time i've become pretty popular on an alternative messaging board aged 3 ish I skype a teenage girl from mcdonadls on my old laptop we're going to meet up. one day age 15 she randomly stops talking to me. i message a few times a month never a single reply. from 2012 until 2013 i o to a friends house i dont like him to much but we're kind of friends it started off with him hating me and then becoming jealous of me. I'm gonna skip all my online friends cos most of them left me or we grew apart. year - 2012 i attempt suicide by overdosing on paracetamol. i get hit in the face by a memeber of staff with a guitar neck.OW. nevermind i tell staff but they said i did it . The rest hurts friends who've helped me and then left so i'll skip forward last year i started two youtube channels. i'm about size 10 i hate myself i puke i starve and then someone new comes into my life online i finally get a phone we start calling. we grew apart she still watches my videos we used to email almost everyday i miss her. Some thinsg ive missed out because it hurts so much and i'm crying and i want to die now i've lost my blade but we'll carry on my dears some one new once again come sinto my life in 2013 andwe talk everday andemail and text and call and we fall in love plot twist she has over 10 girlfriends. this hurs . anyway eventually shit happens shelooses her twins or she's lied to us we dont know but this year she left her boy friend of two years for bestie look alot i've missed out 2014 last year I moved care homes and got to know what it was like in the real world i went to town everday thesedays i sit at home on imgur cryng and cutting oh and making youtube videos I'm going to go to a gender therapist in a few years for hormone treatmeant to turn into a girl. oh i missed out a fewpeople on bmm i've lost a few friends i have one friend left and i cant loose her i've saved her life and she's saved my life we're litterly sisters(not by blood) and one other girl i was going to get with fell out of love with me after leading me on .Things are still kind of crap but i'm into size sixes and i've not puked for ages .iwant to die i'm crying and i can'teven say everythingto the interet i'm sat half four in the morning crying listening to music and typing this . I'm 16next month most of my friends have left me i want to die and i'm still not home. I'm covered in scars . i'm crying . i want to die and there's so much i neeed to say lately i've been thinking about makinga vdeo on youtube a goodbye video but ineed to stay strongfor the girl who's lifei've saved. 've got internet and freedom now but everything hurts and i'm crap at socialising . At least i've savedpeopleslives. it hurts so much everything i know i havent been raped and i'm not in another tarving country but it hurts so much thanks for reading



ps i've also been manipulated buy guys and other stuff

pps things are different now i sing i play guitar and i'm a youtuber and yeah that stuff

pss this took way too long
End chapter 1

mylife

First of all i'm really sorry if i break any rules and if i'm doing this wrong, i'm a noob (i'm new) There is mention of r*pe self harm and eating issues i'll not make any spoilers but just so you're warned

Before i say anything else i want to say i'm not attention whoring and i know a lot of people have had it or have it worse off (believe me) nothing to do with this profile has anything to do with anything else at all so this anonymous anyway time to start , are you sitting comfortably?

I start off in life born into a little family , I don't remember much at all. But one thing i remember was my mum loved me and my brother so much and my brother he was the best brother I could ever hope for i joke and call him gay and stuff(i'm not homophobic i've had partners of both genders) but i love him so much and i miss him so much. When i was born my birth father was a horrible, horrible man. (I don't know why i'm saying all this i just need to vent to random people i've never met and never will, just get all this sh*t off my chest without worrying someone who'll then go cut or something.) My father would hit my mother and the usual crap and he threw my mother and I down the stairs . when i was three weeks old. He slit the throat of my brothers rabbitt. It's assumed or suspected he was a peado by social services and says on my paperwork 'possible sexual abuse' I don't think so but maybe he did to my sisters. Anyway things got so bad( my step dad doesn't know it all and my mum it hurts too much for her to tell me so i'm missing some parts but bear with me) that my mother and i were submitted to a mother and child ward until they could arrest him and so they did. Next on the scene came my step father, god i love him.He loves my mum and us so much and he's got a really funny ( a little messed up tbh) sense of humor and at this point he's in jail but we visit sometimes and then he comes home , i can't remember everything but he got done for manslaughter at 18 my memory is fuzzy and it hurts to think so sorry for crappy inconsistencies anyway all i remember was that he was awesome and we had a little corner shop and we'd bake cakes for mum little surprises from her little boy and her hubby :') about the manslaughter thing don't worry it was an accident my dad got in a fight, drunk. I dont hate him for it he always provided for us and loved us and didn't mean to kill his best friend. The drink can make devils of us all. seriously he regrets it and he's old now and i know it lays heavy on his heart. He's not a bad person and i know that even now it still hurts him. He killed his best friend. anywayyy.( my father is the man who my impregnated mum where as my dad is my step father) My sister was a bitch and accused my dad of hitting us. We were seperated our entire family torn. It was even proven that she was lying.The date i don't remember it but i was four years old.A car was in front of the school.My parents were being told in a social workers office that they could keep us, lying cunts.I walked to the car. Somethings wrong. I dismiss it, getin the back seat and we're driving and i'm just thinking of how to get out and then i here the social worker offers me a toy.I thought I was getting kidnapped, cos this anonymous i'm not going to lie I was an inteligent kid. When I was taken to her house. the foster carers house they literally pulled me out screaming and crying. ' you'll only be here a few days' turned eventually into 6 years in that time the foster carers daughter used to verbally abuse us and push our faces in our mattresses.not fun.our foster carer would sometimes take us out to go to a local beach town well I say local it was about 2 hours away anyway she was very strict but I know people who've been r4p3d so i've had it easy. Anyway we were given things from some german (i think german) catalogue of wooden toys. i guess they were kind of cool.She watched us shower and made us do ines for stupid things. She was very strict and we were not allowed in our rooms until bed time and would get told off for going to the toilet at night. My bedroom was a little space under the attic stairs, We've never seen the attic but know it was like an extra house level with bathroom and a bedroom for her daughter to live in . Most of the time i would read, mostly harry potter and a series of unfortunate events. We weren't allowed access to the internet or to choose what to watch on tv or video games but in the summer we'd play in the back garden and people would come and go and there was this one girl who well she wanted sexual stuff at about she was i'm guessing 8 and i was six. six year old can not get erections and neither of us knew about sex so were just sat there on the bathroom floor not even truely understanding how arkward this shit was we didn't do anything and then the foster carers husband walked in . He just shouted at us a little and that was the last any of us heard of that , i think he just needed a pee but i digress eventually when i was about 8 i started going to a friends house i don't know what happened to him( his brother was still living at home but somethinghappenedto him i don't know and it's just occuredto me he could be fuckingdead) but we would play on his trampoline and i'd play old gameboy/colour/advanced games with him and we would sleep over and god i loved that an escape from my foster carer i felt almost normal his mum treated me pretty darn well and i was a real 'boy' at that stage i was pretty much having fun and it was awesome we were real brothers and i loved that little shits ass. oh god he;s fuckingdead i bet i knew someting happened but i dont know what all i can remember is he wasnt home anymore just his brother i don't know oh god. anyway sometime later i went to a families house to get adopted. didnt work out. my foster carer blamed me. eventually she forced me to write a letter saying i wanted to live in a boarding school. aged 10- i go to an all boys school that's for 'special needs kids' because at the time i was introverted and shy and emotionally detached and i would sit in my room and read and slowly that place changed me into a horrible person. They used to restrain me for litterly anything. i've been restrained for swearing. We're not allowed outside by ourselves. I'm not allowed a phone and my only internet is from school anyway fast forward to age 12 i'm finally becoming something a little like me i start cutting and hating everyone and myself . I hate everything i want to die. They remove everyting and i mean everything i fucking own when they see the cuts all i have left is my bed i cry every fucking night.My cuts get deeper and deeper eventually aged 14 i get my stuff back and in that time i've become pretty popular on an alternative messaging board aged 3 ish I skype a teenage girl from mcdonadls on my old laptop we're going to meet up. one day age 15 she randomly stops talking to me. i message a few times a month never a single reply. from 2012 until 2013 i o to a friends house i dont like him to much but we're kind of friends it started off with him hating me and then becoming jealous of me. I'm gonna skip all my online friends cos most of them left me or we grew apart. year - 2012 i attempt suicide by overdosing on paracetamol. i get hit in the face by a memeber of staff with a guitar neck.OW. nevermind i tell staff but they said i did it . The rest hurts friends who've helped me and then left so i'll skip forward last year i started two youtube channels. i'm about size 10 i hate myself i puke i starve and then someone new comes into my life online i finally get a phone we start calling. we grew apart she still watches my videos we used to email almost everyday i miss her. Some thinsg ive missed out because it hurts so much and i'm crying and i want to die now i've lost my blade but we'll carry on my dears some one new once again come sinto my life in 2013 andwe talk everday andemail and text and call and we fall in love plot twist she has over 10 girlfriends. this hurs . anyway eventually shit happens shelooses her twins or she's lied to us we dont know but this year she left her boy friend of two years for bestie look alot i've missed out 2014 last year I moved care homes and got to know what it was like in the real world i went to town everday thesedays i sit at home on imgur cryng and cutting oh and making youtube videos I'm going to go to a gender therapist in a few years for hormone treatmeant to turn into a girl. oh i missed out a fewpeople on bmm i've lost a few friends i have one friend left and i cant loose her i've saved her life and she's saved my life we're litterly sisters(not by blood) and one other girl i was going to get with fell out of love with me after leading me on .Things are still kind of crap but i'm into size sixes and i've not puked for ages .iwant to die i'm crying and i can'teven say everythingto the interet i'm sat half four in the morning crying listening to music and typing this . I'm 16next month most of my friends have left me i want to die and i'm still not home. I'm covered in scars . i'm crying . i want to die and there's so much i neeed to say lately i've been thinking about makinga vdeo on youtube a goodbye video but ineed to stay strongfor the girl who's lifei've saved. 've got internet and freedom now but everything hurts and i'm crap at socialising . At least i've savedpeopleslives. it hurts so much everything i know i havent been raped and i'm not in another tarving country but it hurts so much thanks for reading



ps i've also been manipulated buy guys and other stuff

pps things are different now i sing i play guitar and i'm a youtuber and yeah that stuff

pss this took way too long
End chapter 2

mylife

First of all i'm really sorry if i break any rules and if i'm doing this wrong, i'm a noob (i'm new) There is mention of r*pe self harm and eating issues i'll not make any spoilers but just so you're warned

Before i say anything else i want to say i'm not attention whoring and i know a lot of people have had it or have it worse off (believe me) nothing to do with this profile has anything to do with anything else at all so this anonymous anyway time to start , are you sitting comfortably?

I start off in life born into a little family , I don't remember much at all. But one thing i remember was my mum loved me and my brother so much and my brother he was the best brother I could ever hope for i joke and call him gay and stuff(i'm not homophobic i've had partners of both genders) but i love him so much and i miss him so much. When i was born my birth father was a horrible, horrible man. (I don't know why i'm saying all this i just need to vent to random people i've never met and never will, just get all this sh*t off my chest without worrying someone who'll then go cut or something.) My father would hit my mother and the usual crap and he threw my mother and I down the stairs . when i was three weeks old. He slit the throat of my brothers rabbitt. It's assumed or suspected he was a peado by social services and says on my paperwork 'possible sexual abuse' I don't think so but maybe he did to my sisters. Anyway things got so bad( my step dad doesn't know it all and my mum it hurts too much for her to tell me so i'm missing some parts but bear with me) that my mother and i were submitted to a mother and child ward until they could arrest him and so they did. Next on the scene came my step father, god i love him.He loves my mum and us so much and he's got a really funny ( a little messed up tbh) sense of humor and at this point he's in jail but we visit sometimes and then he comes home , i can't remember everything but he got done for manslaughter at 18 my memory is fuzzy and it hurts to think so sorry for crappy inconsistencies anyway all i remember was that he was awesome and we had a little corner shop and we'd bake cakes for mum little surprises from her little boy and her hubby :') about the manslaughter thing don't worry it was an accident my dad got in a fight, drunk. I dont hate him for it he always provided for us and loved us and didn't mean to kill his best friend. The drink can make devils of us all. seriously he regrets it and he's old now and i know it lays heavy on his heart. He's not a bad person and i know that even now it still hurts him. He killed his best friend. anywayyy.( my father is the man who my impregnated mum where as my dad is my step father) My sister was a bitch and accused my dad of hitting us. We were seperated our entire family torn. It was even proven that she was lying.The date i don't remember it but i was four years old.A car was in front of the school.My parents were being told in a social workers office that they could keep us, lying cunts.I walked to the car. Somethings wrong. I dismiss it, getin the back seat and we're driving and i'm just thinking of how to get out and then i here the social worker offers me a toy.I thought I was getting kidnapped, cos this anonymous i'm not going to lie I was an inteligent kid. When I was taken to her house. the foster carers house they literally pulled me out screaming and crying. ' you'll only be here a few days' turned eventually into 6 years in that time the foster carers daughter used to verbally abuse us and push our faces in our mattresses.not fun.our foster carer would sometimes take us out to go to a local beach town well I say local it was about 2 hours away anyway she was very strict but I know people who've been r4p3d so i've had it easy. Anyway we were given things from some german (i think german) catalogue of wooden toys. i guess they were kind of cool.She watched us shower and made us do ines for stupid things. She was very strict and we were not allowed in our rooms until bed time and would get told off for going to the toilet at night. My bedroom was a little space under the attic stairs, We've never seen the attic but know it was like an extra house level with bathroom and a bedroom for her daughter to live in . Most of the time i would read, mostly harry potter and a series of unfortunate events. We weren't allowed access to the internet or to choose what to watch on tv or video games but in the summer we'd play in the back garden and people would come and go and there was this one girl who well she wanted sexual stuff at about she was i'm guessing 8 and i was six. six year old can not get erections and neither of us knew about sex so were just sat there on the bathroom floor not even truely understanding how arkward this shit was we didn't do anything and then the foster carers husband walked in . He just shouted at us a little and that was the last any of us heard of that , i think he just needed a pee but i digress eventually when i was about 8 i started going to a friends house i don't know what happened to him( his brother was still living at home but somethinghappenedto him i don't know and it's just occuredto me he could be fuckingdead) but we would play on his trampoline and i'd play old gameboy/colour/advanced games with him and we would sleep over and god i loved that an escape from my foster carer i felt almost normal his mum treated me pretty darn well and i was a real 'boy' at that stage i was pretty much having fun and it was awesome we were real brothers and i loved that little shits ass. oh god he;s fuckingdead i bet i knew someting happened but i dont know what all i can remember is he wasnt home anymore just his brother i don't know oh god. anyway sometime later i went to a families house to get adopted. didnt work out. my foster carer blamed me. eventually she forced me to write a letter saying i wanted to live in a boarding school. aged 10- i go to an all boys school that's for 'special needs kids' because at the time i was introverted and shy and emotionally detached and i would sit in my room and read and slowly that place changed me into a horrible person. They used to restrain me for litterly anything. i've been restrained for swearing. We're not allowed outside by ourselves. I'm not allowed a phone and my only internet is from school anyway fast forward to age 12 i'm finally becoming something a little like me i start cutting and hating everyone and myself . I hate everything i want to die. They remove everyting and i mean everything i fucking own when they see the cuts all i have left is my bed i cry every fucking night.My cuts get deeper and deeper eventually aged 14 i get my stuff back and in that time i've become pretty popular on an alternative messaging board aged 3 ish I skype a teenage girl from mcdonadls on my old laptop we're going to meet up. one day age 15 she randomly stops talking to me. i message a few times a month never a single reply. from 2012 until 2013 i o to a friends house i dont like him to much but we're kind of friends it started off with him hating me and then becoming jealous of me. I'm gonna skip all my online friends cos most of them left me or we grew apart. year - 2012 i attempt suicide by overdosing on paracetamol. i get hit in the face by a memeber of staff with a guitar neck.OW. nevermind i tell staff but they said i did it . The rest hurts friends who've helped me and then left so i'll skip forward last year i started two youtube channels. i'm about size 10 i hate myself i puke i starve and then someone new comes into my life online i finally get a phone we start calling. we grew apart she still watches my videos we used to email almost everyday i miss her. Some thinsg ive missed out because it hurts so much and i'm crying and i want to die now i've lost my blade but we'll carry on my dears some one new once again come sinto my life in 2013 andwe talk everday andemail and text and call and we fall in love plot twist she has over 10 girlfriends. this hurs . anyway eventually shit happens shelooses her twins or she's lied to us we dont know but this year she left her boy friend of two years for bestie look alot i've missed out 2014 last year I moved care homes and got to know what it was like in the real world i went to town everday thesedays i sit at home on imgur cryng and cutting oh and making youtube videos I'm going to go to a gender therapist in a few years for hormone treatmeant to turn into a girl. oh i missed out a fewpeople on bmm i've lost a few friends i have one friend left and i cant loose her i've saved her life and she's saved my life we're litterly sisters(not by blood) and one other girl i was going to get with fell out of love with me after leading me on .Things are still kind of crap but i'm into size sixes and i've not puked for ages .iwant to die i'm crying and i can'teven say everythingto the interet i'm sat half four in the morning crying listening to music and typing this . I'm 16next month most of my friends have left me i want to die and i'm still not home. I'm covered in scars . i'm crying . i want to die and there's so much i neeed to say lately i've been thinking about makinga vdeo on youtube a goodbye video but ineed to stay strongfor the girl who's lifei've saved. 've got internet and freedom now but everything hurts and i'm crap at socialising . At least i've savedpeopleslives. it hurts so much everything i know i havent been raped and i'm not in another tarving country but it hurts so much thanks for reading



ps i've also been manipulated buy guys and other stuff

pps things are different now i sing i play guitar and i'm a youtuber and yeah that stuff

pss this took way too long
End chapter 3
No comments.