One of the earliest memories I have is one of my family.

But we weren’t the kind of family you’d see at the park, the ones with smiling parents buying their screaming children ice cream cones with इंद्रधनुष sprinkles.

No, this memory is of my parents, fighting.

I think I’ve already told some of आप about this memory, but here it is for everyone else. Actually, और for me. I’m able to look back with a sort of emotional detachment and mull it all over.

But anyway, this is it, unedited both in my mind and in words:

Even though my door was closed, my parents were an entire floor away, and there...

Lol, आप guys. I was suspended for, what, six hours? Is that some kind of a record या something? It's gotta be. xD

Lemme explain.

I got myself suspended because of my own stupidity. I was emailing another user partly about the TV दिखाना Falling Skies (whose name she asked I didn’t disclose for personal reasons) and she asked if I knew a site where आप could watch the दिखाना online. And, as a matter of fact, I did. So I told her that I’d post the link on the Falling Skies spot because it was a good, trustworthy site and I thought other people might find the link useful, too.

But apparently the...

Complete happy memories are getting harder and harder for me to dig up, आप guys. Just a warning. :S

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The ice cream truck was the highlight of my summers when I was younger. Every afternoon I’d keep my ears peeled for its telltale jingle, quarters and one dollar bills in my pockets simply begging to be spent. When it entered my neighborhood, my sister and I would dash out the door with all the other kids and eagerly crowd around the गुलाबी van. I always got the Spongebob popsicle with the gumball eyes, but I always made sure I had a couple quarters...

Three.

“We won’t get caught,” she कहा for the thousandth time, a smile dancing on her lips. “Stop being such a goody-goody.”

“Shut up. I’m a damn good kid,” I said. “I haven’t gotten in trouble at this school yet, and I'd like to keep it that way.”

“We won’t get in trouble. I know what I’m doing. आप can trust me.”

“Trust isn’t the issue. The aides are.”

“Miranda.” She looked at me. “We. Will. Not. Get. Caught.”

“Yes we will.”

“No we won’t. Just come on.”

I paused. “Do आप think they have स्ट्रॉबेरी, स्ट्राबेरी milkshakes?”

“We’d have to go there to...

Two.

I don’t remember how old I was when he first hit me. Maybe six, seven, eight. I don’t remember what I’d done to provoke him. I don’t even see this memory from the first person point of view. I see it like I’m a moviegoer, watching the scene unfold with horrorstruck eyes, like I’m an intruder in someone else’s life.

His face is twisted in anger, his lip curled up in disgust at me. Spit flies from his mouth as he yells, waving his hands all over the place. I don’t remember what he was saying. The movie is a silent one.

But his mouth is moving and he’s yelling. And yelling....

I figure, this is a spot about me, right? So I should probably tell आप a bit about myself. Except, I’m not a प्रशंसक of straight up facts. I’m not going to sit here and bore आप द्वारा telling आप what the weather was like the दिन I was born. So I think I’m gonna share a bit of myself with आप in story form. Just little bits of memories I have. They won’t be in order and they won’t always be important. But all these memories have made me who I am. Read them या don’t, care या not, here we go.

One.

“I want that one.”

“The gray one sleeping in the corner?”

“No, the one अगला to him.”...

I was saved. I really was. But the weirdest thing about it, was that I was saved द्वारा the internet. Not only that, butI think I might be using और time here, than anywhere else. Yeah, I'm like any other teen who thinks schools shit, homeworks worse and people are stupid. No, Human kind is stupid, and yeah, life sucks too. So I choose a easier pattern, one where I can be me, and still be liked. One where people wouldn't judge me, wouldn't know me. A pattern where I can stay mysterious, and unknown, and liked. Internet.

I'm alive, but at the same time I was not. It's quite interesting, it's a...

Logging on this morning, I had a दीवार post from a one Hinata-Snow and a message in my इनबॉक्स from Insane4ever telling me that there was now a club about me. The first thing that popped into my head was something along the lines of "Whaaaaaat? Another hate club against me? WTF is wrong with these people?" But then I searched my यूज़रनाम and found this place and was all like "OMG there are people that actually like me?!?!"

(Cue the warm and fuzzy feelings.)

So I've spent the past few मिनटों और या less staring speechless at my computer screen with a warm little दिल and a big, stupid grin on...