My Personal Biography

I am new here and well, I wrote this out of inspiration when i first got here, it has not been edited or nothing. I am thinking about writing a book about my life, but I would like to know if you think it would be a good idea...

My name is Jeremy Born in 1992 Federal Way Washington. Growing up I had everything a child could ask for, a mother, a father, a brother, a dog, and even 2 cats! However, in school I was shy and never made many friends. One day my mother and my father decided to move to a new house. Leaving the house we had lived in for 8 years. I said goodbye to my amber red house and cried a little as we drove off to our new home. Now I never quite knew why we moved, but all I could tell is that by the looks of it we was rich. We had a pool in the backyard, a full kitchen, huge living room, 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and even a hot tub. Life was pretty good. Until I found out where the money had come from. We moved once again about 2 years later after that. I despised moving probably because I felt like I was leaving behind not a house, but a home. A happy one at that. We moved into a house that was huge once again. Mom said that this house we were buying so that we can live happy here and not worry about moving again. Sadly she was wrong. After about 6 months I knew where my Father and Mother had gotten this money. It turns out they were selling drugs. I really got hurt when I found out this. The police came and drug out many plants of weed and what I would call back then "chemical sets" I suppose that was the reason I was never allowed upstairs. After the drug bust my Mom and Dad (who neither served anytime at all) realized we didn't have enough money for the house. Well, they didn't really notice as much as didn't care. They started doing these drugs as well. I could tell by the arguments they would have or the times of nights they would come home. I remember asking my older brother "why would they do this to us?" And he would give me a blank stare and say "Because they don't know what they're doing." Pretty soon my whole world fell apart and I didn't really care. I was popular at school now as I wasn't shy anymore due to the fact that I found my personality. I really didn't care about that though. All I wanted was my old family back, they way it was at the old house. About a couple months later my Mom and Dad would always be fighting. I had figured out by one of their arguments that we was about to get foreclosed and evicted from the house or in plain terms just "kicked out" i guess... We have no where to go now. All we have is a car so we move into a motel for just a while. The motel we moved into is closed now it was called "the Vagabond Motel" I remember liking the name although it never matched with the Motel itself. This is where I spent 2 years of my life. I spent 2 years going through middle school trying to think of excuses on why my Mom was late picking me up or reasons why people can't come to my house. I suppose you could say I was trapped, isolated in an enviroment that was unhealthy for me. My older brother who I was very envious of, moved into my Aunts house. My Aunt Lora never wanted me it seemed just Little Boy AKA my brother David. So here I am at the age of 13 sitting in an empty motel room waiting for my parents to get back home, it wasn't so bad I had a Pokemon game that I used to play a lot called Pokemon Blue and sometimes Pokemon Gold. I remember dreaming that I was in a Pokemon world where I can go do stuff such as that. 7th grade comes strolling around the corner and I realize that I am growing. A lot. I really get angry at times and blame other people for my misfortunes. I get into fights that seem pointless to me now, but at the time was serious. One day about a week after my birthday I remember I had my Gameboy stolen from me (not at school I never brought it there or even talked about having one) I don't know if it was actually stolen or if my Parents had pawned it. But soon after that my father had gotten arrested for illegal possession of narcotics. I of course was heart broken. They gave him about 2 years. About a week after my Dad went to jail I remember my Mom bringing home many different men. Until one day it was the same man everyday. I was angry. I was furious. I knew what was happening. I however, did nothing to stop it, I never knew why I didn't say something it was just something I kept in my heart. Then my Mom stopped seeing this guy for a while and we had to leave the Vagabond Motel. I had many different girlfriends all ending in heartbreak I understood the reason why too. I was selfish. Anyways back to my living arrangements. I was living in a car plain and simple. I felt poor because I was poor. About 2 weeks later my Mom went into a K-Mart I remember her saying she would be right back so I waited. I waited. I waited. And then I waited more. She was gone for nearly 6 hours and I was starting to worry. She was caught stealing and was sent to work off what she had stolen or something. I don't remember much about that time, but I do remember her telling me to never steal. My mom eventually found us a shelter. We spent about a month to 2 months in there I was 13 now ready to take on the world with my just growing in mustache (peach fuzz) and I felt like being in the situation I was in made me stronger. Little did I know it actually made me weaker. I cried every night at the shelter, believe it or not. I wanted my Mom to go back to my Dad. I wanted my brother to move back in with us and be with me. I wanted my family back. My Mom started to see this guy named Paul. We moved in with him after the homeless shelter kicked us out. You would think things were better there but they were worst. We had no electricity, no water, and no food. I remember having to walk to the store having to buy beans for dinner, then buying charcoal to make our beans for dinner. Life was horrid and that's when I snapped. I think the reason I snapped was because of the fact a girl I really cared about had left me for another guy. I was too stupid to see my own insecurities. What did i do when i snapped? I ran away. I remember I ran away for about 1 day then came back home about 12 at night. Nobody was home. So I sat on the front porch until my Mom got back and with tears in my eyes I said "I cant take it no more Mom" Then she knew what she had to do. I moved away then, My dad had gotten outta jail and I felt like it would be best to move in with him. He went to a small town named Packwood where some of his relatives lived and I would live with him. I was happy there. After everything I went through, I was happy. No girlfriends there, no power outages, no nothing. Only me and my Father. I spent 14-16 here. I loved this place. I remember going to a gym that was held some days and talking to people I had gotten to become friends with. Unfortunately, every girl who was there seemed to be too good for me. Not as if their were any but they was just really nice and had their life together something I didn't want to ruin. I was happy nonetheless. After these great years I heard my Mother was doing well. I loved my Mom wanted what was best for her and she wanted me back home in Tacoma. So I did what any young boy who loved his mom would do. I moved in with her.Now I am 17 and I have been in 3 real relationships where I have actually loved someone and I study on my own and constantly am bored. I have no real friends at school except maybe 3 because of the move I had to make in middle of school. I have never done drugs never have drunk any alcohol, I love my life. I have my Mother proud of me. Hell, I have my whole family proud of me. So thats about it. Now I am living with my Mom and her boyfriend and my new little sister. I learned to let things go.