That lively childhood I will never forget. When things were almost easy. All you had to do was raise your hands upon the sky and yell very loud "This Is Mine!", and everybody knew at the second that you needed attention, and they responded. My parents are not the best parents in the world, but if I have to do it all over again, I would not change a thing. My birthday started as one, but it's currently three. They day I decided to move out of the 9 months circle, the day I decided that I wanted to hand my life to God, and the day they killed the monster that had tried to kill me twice. The day I was born is special in some sort. People who are born in December are fans of Christmas, like people who are born in February are fans of love and friendship. My birth month was October. While we watched a superhero movie, they were cheering for the heroes, while I had my desire laid on the villain. They would say Superman and I would say Zod, they would say Mickey Mouse and I would say Chernabog, they would say Ishmael and I would say Moby Dick. My faith is based on wearing a white shirt with a tie every sunday, yes, I am talking about Mormonism, or as we normally are called, Latter-Days Saints. I believe this is the place for me, nothing ever has changed my mind about this. Music is my best friend. It keeps me company. Ballads when I feel happy, well or loved. Funky songs when I feel like having a good time. Heavy songs so when I'm sad or angry I can't hear myself scream. I've always known everybody had treat me differently. I guess they figured I was wrong and they were not. They thought they were always going to be the ones they needed. Heroes. I guess they felt really stupid when they found out I was hiding this monster. But you know what? Hard work pays off, dreams come true, bad times don't last, but bad guy's do. I feel no shame of being born in October.

EAT. SLEEP. CONQUER. REPEAT.