tyl3rsinclair

[tyl3rsinclair]

The friend was homeless for a few days before living with his brother, but before he did stay at his brothers. He needed his stuff; she kicked him out the house and didn’t even give him his stuff. It was wrong to do but he went on the neighbour below balcony and grabbed their balcony bar and climbed making it in. The balcony was always left open, it was stupid, and you could easily get in. He opened it, he thought he would hear her or him or even the babies, no one was home, they must of went out. The friend was angry with the dad, he could never it wasn’t his fault. He looked around for anything that was his. After grabbing the only stuff of his he could find. He felt that anger and upset from what she done, that he started messing his whole house but there was one room he left untouched. The baby room, he loved the babies. He cleaned him, fed them and would do anything for them. He left outside again. But one day the mother truly disappeared this time, 14 years he never saw his kids, he made posts trying to get them. He cried; he was on medication for the pure sadness. One day he finally got to meet them. The older daughter was the first to meet him. The middle finally met his dad, after all the lies she told me about him. He wasn’t abusive or a criminal, He was loud, but he wasn’t horrible. She was a horrible woman to her second child. Neglectful. But the dad enjoyed having the middle child living with him, it was everything wished for... 

Here's part 2!

[tyl3rsinclair]

You ever have something you wish you could go back and change. It gets frustrating, you can’t change it. she was a teenager, she was stupid. Her whole life changed after just one night. She was at a party; partying is a big thing for teenagers. Most crimes happen then. She was drunk, so was him. The next morning was normal for him, he just went around his life, not worrying or having a care for anything. He barely remembered it and they weren’t together yet. 9 months go by and boom, the first was born. She was on her own, she lived with her parents. They didn’t have a big house, one floor, 2 beds. Her parents were not in the slightly bit happy. She had high school and now she has a kid? How would she have a normal life after this. You can’t fix it; you can’t fix having this child. You're a dumb kid. You can’t change it; people can forgive her for that. But not for most of the things she decides to do in her life. The first born was a pretty baby, had a round head. Big hazel eyes. She really looked like both her parents, that’s how she figured out who the dad was. The sweet first born was 8 months old when she was in her mother's arms, confused and the new, confusing place. The baby was slightly jumped by the mother pounding the door, she was welcomed with a familiar face. “This is your baby” Were the first words said. You could hear the movement behind him, the others that were there. It wasn’t his house; it was a family member. “How do you know? -” His friend retorted standing up looking at the smaller girl. He didn’t think twice though, he knew it was his child. He took the child from her arms and looked at the sweet baby. His friend was in shocked. A girl once from over a year ago shows up at his family members door saying it’s his child with no proof. But he was a nice man, even if it wasn’t his child he would still look after the baby girl. A few weeks down the line, both parents were sleeping in that same family members house. But the mother was showing no care for the baby. A few months down the line, again she gets pregnant. Dumb mistake again but we all make dumb choices, don’t we? She disappears from him again for months staying at her mothers again. Before then the second and last baby from him was born. Quiet baby, a week after the baby was born, she and him got an apartment together alongside the friend that was in disagreement about the whole thing. But still he loved his friend, he would do anything to help him, and he returned it helping. 2 weeks down the line and there was another loud fight, most of the fights the friend could hear was the female's voice. The male although deaf in the ear was very quiet. The women had always been loud and rude, she never realised anything she done was wrong, she always believed she was right. You would never ever hear her say that she’s wrong. The next half an hour was loud, the friend didn’t want to get involved his friend didn’t want him in danger. The police were called. For what? Because he didn’t agree with her. “He was yelling at me, threatening to beat me!” That never happened, he was out on bail. He wasn’t allowed to go near there. The friend was still living there. One day the second born baby puked, normal baby. She picked the baby up and shock the little one still leaving some puke on him. And put him back. That was one of the many things she done that showed she didn’t care she never had. The friend, disgusted by her actions pick up the baby and properly changed her. A few other months later, the dad was back, and they were moving and the friend came up to his friend “So should I come in the car with you guys I think my stuffs back already” The friend said, he had no were else right now to go the dad was confused, not understanding what his friend meant. “She said you weren’t staying and that you found a place” The friend was even more confused. He was taking the rest of the boxes of stuff there.

Sorry i couldn't post the whole thing i'll link the second part

Second part

[tyl3rsinclair]

Loads of people always ask how you know your bisexual at such an age. I feel your age doesn’t mean you can’t know what you like, but I guess I'm still too young to speak on that.  

Ever since I was 5, I knew I liked women and men. The way I looked at Marceline from Adventure Time, I would have knocked it off as a cartoon character ‘How could people not love Marceline!’ I used to think. That’s until I was around 6/7, another crush happened. This time it wasn’t some cartoon silly crush; it was a real-life person. Growing up born a female I never understood or knew what being LGBTQ was. This girl was amazing she was one of the sweetest people I have ever met. We agreed on everything, we love all of the same things! That sounds all amazing until I realised, I can’t like a girl and I couldn’t marry her. Not just because of my age but also because of how I thought the world was. I never usually went out as a kid, even after years I never really left the house. I would sometimes go outside the back Garden. At the age of I want to say 8/9, I was doing the same thing I aways done. I stayed in my small but fun room. I used to watch the same Youtubers. That was until I saw a video an animation, Animations weren’t something I liked watching I lost interest quickly. It piqued my interest though and I clicked on it ‘In A Heartbeat.’ It was a cute animation made by college students. It was one of the cutest things I had ever seen, A young ginger haired boy walking with a floating heart, which is supposed to be his. His heart starts running to this black-haired boy. The heart started running to the boy and it ended up in his heart being split in two. At the end the ginger haired boy is sitting behind a tree and the black-haired boy counts the other part of the heart. I probably poorly described it but it’s an amazing animation and I recommend you watch it. I was stunned watching how two boys can like each other. Although I wouldn’t come out until years later, I still thought of it as a cute thing and how it’s normal. I never understood the homophobia, people will say that homosexuals push their ideas onto heterosexuals when I feel like that’s not true. In this TV show called Catfish, theirs's an episode was this man Catfished this other man. This man pretended to be a girl to get with this man. This man is straight, and he starts talking about how that man is gay. Nev (the host of the show) Spoke about how that’s just not how it works and how Gay people have been dealing with people saying this for years. I fully agree with Nev. It’s something that happens maybe twice, and Homophobic people run with that for years. I love and support everyone regardless of what they want to be, and I don’t understand how others I can’t understand some things can be confusing, but I feel like that isn’t an excuse to hating on someone for who they like.