• • • Kaishiro Nakamura • • •
My name is Kaishiro Nakamura
I often hear my name whispered as Kai, the drugstore, and party man
Take one look and you will see I am a male
Good luck guys because I am gay
I am surprisingly an Uke
My life has been short, only 17 years
People often call me irresponsible, unapproachable, and hard to be around. That is just the mask I put on though. I have the tough guy appearance but I really am vulnerable, shy, and emotionally unstable. I can be kind at times but no one has actually tried to get to know me.
It all started when I was in first grade. My mother was in a horrible accident. She was hit by a car and killed instantly. My father never knew how to handle it so he started to drink and gamble. Along with the drinking, abuse came along. He blames me for my mothers death because I told her to hurry home because I missed her. He would punch me and smack me across the face. I would go to school with new bruises everyday but the teachers never did anything to help me. Only treat me like and outcast. The students soon treated me the same way. No one wanted to be my friend because I was the bullied quiet one.
I was soon in middle school and starting to try out drugs. My first drug I ever tried was marijuana. I loved it. The feeling of my mind no thinking about my horrible life, the pain floating away. I couldn't wait to find my next high. The drugs brought on the anger. No one ever could take you seriously if you sold drugs and were shy. They would take advantage of you, but not me. I learned how to fight and stand my own ground. I used this to fight my father and take some money from my moms secret stash. I used it to find myself a small crappy apartment and get me on my feet.
I barely made it to high school. My grades sucked because I never bothered to do my homework. My test scores showed otherwise. I was pretty smart, just lazy. Then I started to get into the more serious drugs. I tried cocaine once but didn't like it. It was prescription pills that I loved best. They weren't that hard core but when you started to mix them with weed they were amazing. My mind would just go blank. I had an emotional attachment to the drugs. I could not stop because that was the only way I knew how to be happy. It was now a passing time.
Other things you would need to know about me are I am a drug addict but i love to draw. I have no friends and a crappy job that will lead me no where. I really need someone to be serious about me and help me back on my feet. Someone who will stand by my side when things get tough and when I get weak.
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