My name is Naz.
Born on 24th of March 1996.
I am 23 in thirteen days as of I am writing this which is the 11th of March.

"Let's see... where do I start... Ah! I know!"
"Lets go back when I was 5."
"I was still in kindergarten back then."

A young boy left the kindergarten with his grandfather on a motorcycle and his grandfather left him at a care center.

"You know... the place you go when your parents are busy with work. A place with a jack ton of kids where they can play together."

I was being a good kid and... yeah right. A good kid, haha. I was naughty as fuck back then.

"Pardon my language but this book has very harsh wording."

I liked playing with the fan back then. I took a girls ribbon and tied the blades and the bars to keep hands out but being the good child I is, I turned the fan on and the fan shredded the ribbon which also in turn broke the fan itself.

The girl that owned the ribbon that I borrowed got mad and she has these very very long and sharp nails... so she scratched the skin off my face from the top right to my upper chest like how a bear would leave claw marks.

"I have that picture somewhere in my gramp's house. Can't remember where I put it."

Don't know if there's a lesson to be learned there...
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I'm sick right now so I'm bored as fuck