HANES, quincy adam

[QUINCY ADAM HANES]

[atrb= border, 0, true] quincy adam hanes. alyssa.

yo, bitches. the names quincy, but you can call me quincy. i don't put up with bullshit nicknames, not even just the ones that are my name short. just don't fucking do it. i was born december fifth. so that means i'm eighteen right now, though i dropped out to support myself and my boyfriend. i don't really know..a lot of people tell me i'm overly conceited, but that's not what i like to call it. i'm just confident in my abilities, man, and i pride myself on it, i guess. if you ask me, more people should be like that, it doesn't fuckin' take too much, haha. just be proud of what you are and how you come off to people, because if you're not comfortable with yourself nobodies gonna be comfortable with the shit you do, so every one needs to stop being pussies and be themselves for a change. it's getting fucking old. more? mm, i speak my mind. always. something comes to my mind, i say it. i mean, if i fucking hate your guts, but you're hot as fuck? i'll tell you. i mean, i'll let you know that i wish you a long, painful death, but i'll also tell you every thing like it is. i don't skip or navigate around the point. the point is what i'm getting at, and i want to get there right fucking quick. i mean, i'm pretty impatient on top of that, so taking five minutes to explain or tell you something that should only take me five fucking seconds? no. i'm not going to do that. why should i waste my sweet ass time on you? i shouldn't. i'm extremely impulsive. i don't really think before i do something. i just jump into things. if someone's attractive, what do i do? go up to her. if i don't like something that's happening, what do i do? throw a fucking punch. i say things and do things without using my head. well..my upstairs head. i have a short temper, so if you piss me off, i won't hesitate to do something 'irrational' like throw a punch or kick a certain band off the label. so yeah, don't fuck with me. i have a tendency of remembering like..everything that ever happens to me and those that are close to me. i kind of have this habit of holding grudges forever. if you did something to me when i was a kid, i'm gonna fucking hate you as a teenager, an adult, and a senior. i used to watch the world pass me by and wonder why i don't move, and i've figured it out long ago that if i don't forgive, then i'm not going anywhere, but i can't will myself or get myself to forgive or forget, it's not in my nature and as much as i want to change everything about who i am, i can't..so if you do some kind of shit to me or anyone else that i love, be prepared to have a constant grudge held against you. i like using sarcasm when i speak, unless like..you're seriously mentally challenged or mentally retarded. i'm not that much of a dick. but when people ask stupid questions, then fuck yes i'm going to make a rude as hell comment back to them that makes them feel like the biggest fucking dip shit in the world. i fucking hate stupid people. i mean, blonds are nice, i'm not trying to limit it to blonds, but blond girls especially seem to try to always live up to their status of unintelligence by purposely being stupid, and what's less attractive than real stupidity? fucking fake stupidity. if you haven't noticed, i'm pretty fucking vulgar, and this isn't even the worst of that shit. haha. i throw around curse words as if they're baseballs. it kind of soothes me a little bit, and calms me down, don't ask why. i don't hesitate to tell someone to, for example, suck a dick or fuck a bitch, and i seem to get away with it all the time. it's especially bad when i'm angry or upset..and even more when i'm drunk. fuck is probably the most used word in my vocabulary besides like..the and it and that kind of shit, but if you have a problem with it, you can turn the cheek and stop fucking listening. so, there's a few reasons behind the way i act and treat people, not that anybody really cares. i never really had a dad when i was a kid and my mother was a prostitute, and a good one at that, i guess... that's what she always told me when i was little, and we had a pretty nice house and there was always food on the table. soon, my mom became a little less into prostitution and just started bringing home guys. a different one every few days. they would provide us with a little money.. so she was a prostitute.. just.. different. a majority of said men beat me and beat me in order to not hit my mom. i was smaller, and i couldn't really hit back. i was only seven or eight. she was a grown woman with a big mouth, and they were grown men. so even though my mom deserved to be hit and junk, they still took it out on me. but, there was one man who really put the icing on the cake of my shitty life. this guy beat me so fucking bad that my mom thought i was dead. she wasn't smart enough to check for a pulse or any of that bullshit, so instead of taking me to the hospital or something, she dumped me in a ditch. some mom she was, right? by the time someone else found me, i was half dead. barely breathing, bleeding every where.. all that jazz. this little wimpy kid, he actually really resembled myself.. him and his dad were broke down on the side of the street, and the kid, braden, had gotten out of the car to help, but instead, he'd looked around. and thank fucking god for that. they called the ambulance and shit, then went to the hospital in the back of it with me, because obviously i had no mother or father to go, and i was freaking out and bull shit. fucking hospitals.. worst place ever. anyways, my mother was contacted and claimed that i had gone missing. of course, i just nodded and went along with it, because she was my fucking mother. if i didn't, she would've beat the living hell out of me. basically, i went home to deal with the same stuff that had been happening my whole life. i still live with my mom right now, and he still beats the shit out of me every day, but with the way i am now, it's easy to just say that some asshole fucked me up. it's not a big deal because i'm used to it. anyways, i completed sixth and seventh grade with difficulty. i was held back in the sixth grade because i had a lot of trouble with just about every subject. so, i was an older student, which is fine, i guess. then, in eighth grade i started hanging out with some older kids i met around the neighborhood and they started drinking and then i started drinking and even after they were gone out of my life, i kept drinking. it wasn't so bad at the end of eighth grade, but then during the summer it just got worse and worse, and it's pretty much a flat line, now. if anything, it's gone down a little.. or a lot. over the past few years i've been cutting out drinking a lot, to the point where i'm only drinking a little on the weekend so.. go me. the whole time, i was dating this boy (and i still am today) but some bad shit happened. until that point, i wasn't really the best boyfriend. i slept with other people and i was a bit mean to him, however when he got raped, i knew it was time to grow up and stop fuckin' around. so, i started to save up some money and when i was sixteen, my grandfather signed the paper and got me an apartment.. i made enough money at that point to pay rent and just enough to feed myself. the next year, ami got kicked out of his house and moved in, which meant that i stopped eating and he started. that was the year i dropped out of high school and got a full time job instead of just part time. i'll probably go back and get my ged or something, but it's not that important to me. i'm making pretty good money right now and i know enough shit that i'll probably be able to get a job and such where ever i go. so yeah.. life's starting to work out. i'm excited. check cam's

male. eighteen. local - mechanic.

mean.

protective.

vulgar.

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