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Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page;;
ii was named: [Donnovan Lee Mercer]
ii have too many candles: [3iiGHT33N]
ii wiish ii may: [xx__music
xx__alocohol
xx__sex
xx__my bass guitar.
xx__bottlecaps
xx__cady
xx__clouds
xx__thunder storms
xx__Lucky Charms
xx__Pictures]
keep iit away: [xx__defiance
xx__myspace
xx__slutty girls
xx__emo boys
xx__cutting
xx__stupid relationship problems
xx__stupid people
xx__phones
xx__bee's
xx__bugs]
wanna know about me?: [The world was graced with my presence on October thirtieth at seven forty three in the evening in the year of nineteen ninety by the graces of Martha and Malcolm Mercer, all thanks goes to those people even if I didn’t know them at that time. They were young then and couldn’t handle a child so I just assume they pawned me off to my grandmother and grandfather, Donny and Elaine Carter, my mothers parents. I know who my parents were, but never met them. They just never came around. But it’s all good, my grandparents were better parents than they could have been. I had a normal childhood I suppose. I played baseball and football, soccer and basketball, I pretty much did it all. I had great friends too, they were the best. I wasn’t good at sports, but I loved them anyways. I was better at reading and taking pictures, something that little boys just didn’t do. I didn’t want to disappoint my grandpa by not being a real boy, and after my seventh birthday, I dedicated my life to him. Three days after my birthday we buried him. Yeah, he died on my ninth birthday. He was eighty four. I think from then on my birthday was always the least looked forward to day in the year. We never had parties for me after that. Instead we took trips to visit grandpa. I didn’t mind much, but after about five years I wanted to stop going to visit and have a party. I mean it was the cool thing to do at school. Well I fought for a party but didn’t win. So like usual Grandma forced me to go visit grandpa for my birthday. It was a rainy day that year and it was hard to see. We had just left and I was soaked to the bone and shivering. I can almost remember it like ti happened yesterday. Grandma and I had just taken the turn out of the cemetery and then we were slammed into. Yeah, so jerk ran into us doing about one hundred and ten miles an hour, into the passenger side of the car. I was in the hospital for almost three months, and then I lost my grandmother. She had died in the emergency room the day we were brought there, I didn’t get to say goodbye. I was in a coma for the first two months of the three I was in there, the rest of the time I had to learn to walk and talk again, but I didn’t speak for another six months. I had lived with an aunt for those six months but then her and her husband conceived the child they had been trying to get for years and I was supposed to be so they didn’t need me anymore. These people showed up a few months after I had started talking again and the end of my freshman year of high school and said they were my parents and took me off to Seattle Washington, away from all my friends and everything I had ever known. I hate them still to this day for it.]
ii just miight freak: [As a child I was warm and loving. Guess it just came with the environment I was raised in. I was the loving kid who would do anything you wanted him to do, as long as you would be my friend. I didn’t have many friends, but the ones I did have I cherished like there was no tomorrow. After my grandpa died I kind of closed off a bit. I mean I lost someone close to me. But after a while I opened up again, but I was no where near as sweet and caring as I was before. I just didn’t care as much. I mean I was young and the strongest, bravest man, my idol, my superhero had been taken from me. Nothing worse could happen to a boy at that age. Everything I had known was gone, well not everything. That happened later. I don’t remember much of the time between my Grandpa passing and the accident. Something about my short term memory or something. Oh well. After that I grew cold and bitter. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t let anyone in. I didn’t want to be hurt and by caring you only got hurt and hurt others. I didn’t want to hurt anyone the way I had been hurt. I didn’t want to run out on anyone. Well I was turned out and taken to the worse possible place to take a broken child, to a cesspit disguised as a home. There I grew colder, not caring for anything, no one. Except Amanda. That was after I tried to kill myself by overdosing and everything else and after I had cleaned up, mostly.]
ii'm seeing: [Amanda]
ii wanna date: [Cara]
my puppeteer iis: [P i K A S A U R U S R 3 X]
