Dear Friend,
Hey there. So, I've been meaning to do this for quite some time now, and I really need to start journaling because it helps. The problem is that I'm generally too lazy to do so, or I continually procrastinate forever. So here I am, finally trying to start this.
So I guess I should explain how this is going to be working. I want to be able to write comfortably, but for some reason any time I try to write as myself it becomes a million times harder. Now don't get me wrong, I'm still going to tell my story, but I'm going to change some names and minor details to make it a little easier on myself. Reason being, I want to feel more like I am telling a story, rather than reliving things I'd rather forget.
I also know it's only fair that I give you my backstory, which is going to take awhile. I may not tell the full backstory, but I will at least tell the important parts. Telling EVERYTHING would just take way too long, and would basically be like writing a novel. My life has, in a way, always felt like a novel. Like someone was writing the story of my life, and on occasion, they liked to write things that weren't great to experience because they enjoyed watching me squirm.
So where to start? That's the real question. I guess I'll start with the generic beginning.
My name is Alice. Well, not really; but you know, changing some names. I was born in January of 1997 in the United States in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. My mom, Kaitlyn, was only 17 when she got pregnant with me, but she had turned 18 by the time I was born. My biological father, Jason, was a juvenile delinquent, who by the time I was born, wasn't around anymore.
When I was about 2 years old, our family moved down to San Antonio, Texas. My mom and I had been living with her parents, Daniel and Mary, and my mothers younger siblings, Paul and Terri. We had to move because my grandfather was active duty in the Air Force, working as a trauma surgeon, and he had gotten stationed in San Antonio (or at least that's what I know).
I don't remember much of these early days because obviously I was too young. My earliest memory is from Pennsylvania, but I couldn't tell you if it is something I actually remember, or a story I've been told so many times that I feel like I can remember it. It was a really snowy day, and the only thing I feel like I remember is building a snowman in my great-grandparents backyard with my Uncle Paul inside of it. He was always kind of like an older brother to me growing up more than an uncle, probably due to the fact that he is only 7 years older than me.
Soon after we came to Texas, my mom started seeing Jacob. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember that he was around a lot. He ended up fathering my younger sister, Charlotte, born in 2000. I couldn't tell you why my mom and Jacob didn't stay together, but it didn't end up working out. Eventually my mom met Devin. Within six months of being together they were married, and my mom gave birth to my younger brother Mason in 2002. This was about the time my grandparents helped purchase a home for us, the house that would become my childhood home I was to grow up in. The same house my mother still lives in to this day.
That's where I will leave you for today. I still have more to tell, so tomorrow I'll continue on in my timeline and we can start going through my early school years. For now, I'll bid you goodbye until then.
Your Friend,
Alice
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