Well, here it is. It's also in the lit section, but some people don't really go there I've noticed.
I was born on Tuesday, August 31, 1993. 2 weeks late, and weighed in at 7 pounds, 2 ounces and 19 inches tall. I had an alchoholic mother, and my dad left when I was young. I have 2 younger siblings, who I hope will never follow my life, nor look up to me as someone who always did the right thing.
My first word, Car, was said at the age of 4 months old and I was very bright. When I was 4 years old, I went to preschool and was the youngest one there, also one of the smartest. I skipped the second grade because I was testing at a 3rd grade level in 1st.
But, on Semptember 11, 2001, the day that the world towers fell, I injured my hand in a severe accident, losing both my pinkie, and half of my thumb. (Will post picture when camera works) I missed all of school that year, so I had to redo it, with my original grade members. For the next few years, my life was "Ordinary", involving several relationships, advanced placement again, and learning how to play the guitar.
At the end of the 7th grade, my decline began. I was first introduced to drugs, cigerettes and alchohol at this age, becoming a small alchoholic and quickly becoming addicted to heroin. In 8th grade, I was in fact caught smoking marijuana on school property and was thus suspended for an entire year. Luckily, this time I didn't have to repeat the grade. In the summer before my freshmen year in highschool, I met Amy Johnson at a party. Both being drunk, we made some decisions which led to certain events. When my mom learned of these decisions, she kicked me out of the house an I was forced to live on my own. I rented out a small house, and had to get a job to pay the bills. I need a form of transportation, so I stole cars to get to and from work. I was pulled over 4 seperate times, being charged with grand theft auto. I went to juvy twice, each for a period of a month.
I soon began dating a girl named Leah my freshmen year, then after Leah and I were over, I started dating my best friend, who also was her best friend, Desirae. I wasn't aware of it, but Desirae was already in love with someone. Someone who lives 2 timezones away.
In late Febuary, I got a call from Amy's parents, saying that Amy's water had broke and she was in labor. I then when to the hospital in Idaho Falls, and watched Amy give birth to my daughter Amanda May Kortum on Febuary 22, 2008. I had no idea Amy was pregnant, until I got the phone call. I quickly fell in love with my new child, but I wasn't legally able to take care of her, and Amy didn't want anything to do with the child after the birth. So Amanda went up for adoption and was adopted by a couple named Debra and Timothy Frank. Debra was a heavy smoker, so she naturally smoked when she was near Amanda.
I got a call from the hospital on May 10, saying that Amanda had been diagnosed with lung cancer, caused by second hand smoke. The doctors performed a lung transplant on the infant, and all seemed well for a few days. But, then on May 16, 2008, Things took a turn for the worst. Amanda's immune system interpreted the new lung as an enemy, and killed the new lung which in turn killed my daughter. At this point, I became suicidal; I would hang myself, cut my wrists, overdose on heroin, I even went to the point of stabbing myself. None of these worked, I could literally feel myself die, but then I would be alive again. Along with suicide, I became heavily addicted to morphine, heroin, cocaine, and demoral. After I decided that suicide was a waste, and wasn't doing anything other than leaving scars and pain, I cremated Amanda's body. I keep her ashes in a special jewelry box in my room so that she is always with me, in a way.
I was once arrested for being under the influence of 4 different substances all at the same time. I was drunk, on heroin, marijuana, and cocaine. I was sent to rehab for 3 months, and came back "clean".
I started a band named Yellow Line, and I was the lead guitarist for them. We signed a record deal, but the studio people changed our music too much for my taste, so I quit and began to play for a band named Stage Of Nightmares. The environment was volitile with them, and they kicked me out because of my drug use. I now play with my new band, Heavy Confusion. I'm the lead vocals, and the rythem guitarist. I write a majority of the songs.
As of now, I still drink, smoke, and do drugs. I'm addicted to heroin, alchohol, and cocaine. I live on my own, and rarely go to school because of work. I'm on the border of dropping out; the only thing that keeps me going is my friends. My friends all know of my past, and they still forgive me. They are all sober, all the time. None of them have ever done a majority of the things I have, making me far more experienced than them.
This is the only picture I have of Amanda, and if it's not working right now, I'll upload it later.
Subject: Autobiography 
Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:33 pm
