The Life Story of Brandon Liam Bonner:

As the reader of this document may know, I am Brandon Liam Bonner, but what they don't know
is who I truly am, and what I've done in my life. I've kept most of my life a mystery to protect the
person I've become because of my experiences in the past. Reader's discretion, the following
document is the complete true story of the Life of Brandon Liam Bonner. Any minor details that
provide no context to the story will be left out, but otherwise anything that has happened to push
me to get to this point will be listed. Continue reading if you are interested, and here it is.

I was born on June 25th, 2007 at 11:37am. I was born with a lump in my head that caused me to
look like a kidney bean for a few months of my life. Shortly after I was born, my mom and dad
divorced where I went to live with my mom for a while. She didn't take the best of care of my
brother and I, and usually left us at home on our own while she went out to party. We fended for
ourselves for about 4 years when my dad had officially taken us home with him after my mom
gave up on us. We moved out to Vegas shortly after.

My dad had remarried a nice young woman who would turn out to be the future mother of my
sister, and she had a very similar problem to my mom, in that she enjoyed partying instead of
taking care of us. My dad, while yes he did hit us from time to time, was always trying to take
care of us. He got a job at the local taekwondo studio, where I had learned taekwondo as well.
He didn't make the most money, but we were happy regardless

Then the worst happened, my dad lost his job, and we lost our apartment. We were homeless
for a few weeks while my dad tried to figure out something. I had to fight my way out of that
situation in order to survive. I was cold, and hungry almost constantly, but still tried to push
forward with a smile on my face. We had found a new place, but we lived in the ghetto for about
5 years at this new place. I had gotten into a total of 15 fights. I had fought to protect myself,
and thus ended 3 of them fatally.

I started school when I was 5 years old, and unlike the other kids, I was seen as the outcast. I
was alone among kids who were supposed to be there for one another, I was always alone. I
had made one friend that year, his name was Kayden. Together, we were as close as friends
could be, but of course, that's when things took a turn for the worst. August 25th, 2015. Kayden
had made a comment at the end of the day saying that he was tired of feeling lonely. I was
already angry about something that had happened, and in a fit of rage told him if he was so sad,
he should just kill himself. August 26th, 2015. Kayden was found dead in his living room,
suicide.

My sister was born in 2013, and she was an absolute blessing in my life.

I was devastated, and still hold this regret to this day in my heart. I could've said something
different, but those were the words I had chosen to say towards my best friend. I cried for days,
and days to come, and was once again alone. This was the first moment in my life where I had
felt [Link] a while, I had met a girl who ended up becoming my girlfriend, her name was
Luna. She was a nice lady, and cared about me. We had stayed together for years, and
genuinely loved each other. Then I had move away, and we thought it was best to break up. I
had gone to 3 different middle schools, Grant Sawyer, Bob Miller, and Pinecrest Cadence. I had
made a friend in Bob Miller, Luke, and we were chill with each other. Then I moved to Pinecrest,
but we still kept in touch.

Then I met Blake and Bradley at Pinecrest, and I even saved Bradley from a near death
experience. Blake had left the school the year after, and Bradley was mostly distant in the 9th
grade, so alone I had felt again. The next year had turned out to be better, since I was finally
included back with Bradley more, and began making more friends. Then, Luna got back in
contact with me, and we began going out again, but then after a few months, shit hit the fan.
She had told Bradley that he looked emo and I should tell him to kill himself. I refused to do
such a thing. She pulled out a gun and pointed saying that she was going to come to our school
and kill anyone I had ever cared about. I fought her off, and killed her with a blunt forced object
to the head, a rock I had found outside. They found me not guilty, and nothing happened, but I
felt so scared. I cried, and cried and cried because all I had felt in my life was misery, pain, and
suffering.

Beginning of this school year, I had almost killed myself during the summer, and was too scared
to say anything about it. I had met you guys before, but we shortly became friends after words. I
liked Ross for a while, but that was kinda nipped in the butt pretty immediately. Halloween was
terrible, but it got better from [Link] is where we are now.

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