It Only Hurt a Bit, and I Still Feel Like Shit

• W00t first blog entry!
  ..Okay, so I don't actually type like that.
  I want to tell you about my day, but I think first it would be more appropriate to give a brief (under-exaggeration there) history on myself, prepare to be bored. I think this is going to have to come in sections so it's not as confusing.

• My first decade. 1994 to 2004.
  -I'm the youngest of two kids. My sister is 21 months older than me. I'm a summer babe!
  -We lived in a rural neighborhood, my best friend lived three houses away from me.
  -I was tall for my age, and no one ever let me forget it. I hated my height then, and still do.
  -I went to a private school, my best friend went to a public school. I had friends at school but I felt like I didn't belong.
  -I was very shy, it was almost painful.
  -I constantly over ate. People would say that I was a "bottomless pit" because I could eat so much without getting full. Which wasn't true at all, I just couldn't stop eating.
  -Despite over eating, I was an average weight, maybe a bit below.
  -My mother forced me to do soccer, skating, swimming and Sunday School.
  - She also rarely let me go to any one's house for sleepovers or parties, I was socially deprived.
  -I asked to do gymnastics, but my dad said as he pinched my belly, "How do you expect to do it with this fat?" I now know he was joking, but it hurt a lot, and I'll never forget it.
  - In third grade, when I was 9, a boy in my class forced my to kiss (and french kiss) him. He also pressured me to take my clothes off. I was too scared to tell anyone and I still have the guilt.
  - August 2004 we moved back to my parents home town. I was 10 years old.
  
• I think that sums up the 'important' parts of those 10 years. During those years I felt sad and lonely, except those feelings were hiding beneath a thin layer of happiness. I felt out shined, teased, and wasn't sure who I really was.
  
  Ready for more? It's coming in a few hours. I think I'll go clean my room right now, Later.