Post by zachariah robyn sparks on Aug 2, 2013 16:02:02 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ZACHARIAH R. SPARKS  ZACH | NINETEEN | FRESHMAN ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? uhm, hey. i'm zach and i'm nineteen. my birthday is actually on halloween, which is pretty cool. that's my favorite holiday, ya know? |
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AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL?
oh, no, not at all. i'm actually from new jersey. yeah, i know, the other side of the country, ha ha. uhm. i lived in camden, which is a pretty rough town. it... it wasn't fun.
[/div]AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL?
oh, no, not at all. i'm actually from new jersey. yeah, i know, the other side of the country, ha ha. uhm. i lived in camden, which is a pretty rough town. it... it wasn't fun.
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NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD.
i don't have any family. fuck family. i have an "adoptive" family but fuck them, too. my adoptive mom's name is rachel and my dad is trayvon and i've got an obnoxious little shit for a little brother. his name is damion. he's thirteen.
[/div]NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD.
i don't have any family. fuck family. i have an "adoptive" family but fuck them, too. my adoptive mom's name is rachel and my dad is trayvon and i've got an obnoxious little shit for a little brother. his name is damion. he's thirteen.
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GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON?{/div]
oh, yeah, totally. i became the total opposite of what they are. i'm also white, and they're black. but that has nothing to do with it. uh, they're all into, like, rap and hip hop and shit but not me. i mean, i like, like, eminem because he has some intense shit, and i like that. i like intense music, music that makes you think, ya know? uh. i listen to, like, uh... metal, rock, alternative and i really look up to people like marilyn manson, ya know? so i kinda wanna be like him. uh, like, not afraid to just be myself and stuff, fuck what others think. and i've started to get the hang of that. if this whole college thing doesn't work out, schizophrenia makes school difficult and i'm really self-conscious about it. i hate taking pills and going to therapy but whatever. smoking helps the hallucinations sometimes, don't know why, but it does. animals help, too. i really, really love animals. especially cats - i love cats so much. religion is an iffy thing with me. i believe in god, jesus, and all of that but i'm not a christian. i'm the opposite, i guess. a satanist, though i don't go around sacrificing goats or anything. i actually don't support violence. i just live my life according to the satanic bible, is all.
[/div]GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON?{/div]
oh, yeah, totally. i became the total opposite of what they are. i'm also white, and they're black. but that has nothing to do with it. uh, they're all into, like, rap and hip hop and shit but not me. i mean, i like, like, eminem because he has some intense shit, and i like that. i like intense music, music that makes you think, ya know? uh. i listen to, like, uh... metal, rock, alternative and i really look up to people like marilyn manson, ya know? so i kinda wanna be like him. uh, like, not afraid to just be myself and stuff, fuck what others think. and i've started to get the hang of that. if this whole college thing doesn't work out, schizophrenia makes school difficult and i'm really self-conscious about it. i hate taking pills and going to therapy but whatever. smoking helps the hallucinations sometimes, don't know why, but it does. animals help, too. i really, really love animals. especially cats - i love cats so much. religion is an iffy thing with me. i believe in god, jesus, and all of that but i'm not a christian. i'm the opposite, i guess. a satanist, though i don't go around sacrificing goats or anything. i actually don't support violence. i just live my life according to the satanic bible, is all.
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THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM?
oh, gosh. uhm, i really, really doing like talking about my life. it's not something i even like to think about, to be honest, and now you want me to talk about it? i should have known. this is all fucking part of the plot to lock me away. you bastards. whatever. i guess i should start from the very beginning, since you're so curious... i'm gonna hate myself for this later... here goes...
my mom and dad, my real mom and dad, that is, weren't very... uh... motherly and fatherly. i don't remember much about them because i only lived with them until i was two but i remember enough to know they did not deserve to ever have children and i'm glad they're dead. oh yeah, their names were robyn and moses - ironic, right, that my dad's name comes from the bible. anyway, back to the story. so they were drug addicts, like, heavy, heavy drug users. i don't know how the fuck i didn't get messed up in the womb because i know my mom was drinking and doing drugs when i was developing. that's probably why i'm fucking crazy. she planned this, i know she did. she wanted me to end up crazy. they're all in on it. every last one of them.
uhm. yeah. uh. anyway. so when i was born and taken back to the house and stuff it was pretty bad, i guess, not that i can remember because i was just... ya know... a baby. but i'm figuring it was just as much of a mess as it was when i was one and two years old. somehow they managed to keep me alive. ha, don't know how. they were too busy getting high all the time. but as i started getting older - well, not much older - they started to ignore me more. i never grew attached to them. so when i came out of my bedroom one night and saw them both laying dead on the living room floor, i wasn't bothered by it. i just toddled around, not sure what to do with myself. i didn't know how to call 911 or anything. but i guess the neighbors or someone called after a few days because the cops and paramedics came and it was a lot happening all at once. i just remember being taken to the hospital and being asked a bunch of questions.
so that was the beginning. and it all just kinda went downhill from there. i ended up in an orphanage. it was either in pennsylvania or maryland, i don't remember. don't want to remember. so i stayed in the orphanage until i was ten. it was hell. i didn't get along very well with the other kids. i'd never been around other kids before. i didn't know how to be social. i still don't know how to be social. but eventually this "lovely" family came and adopted me. i didn't really wanna go with them but whatever. it was also around this time when i started to see things that weren't really there. it all just started off as shadows, and only once in awhile. so uhm yeah. went to new jersey with the new family. had that annoying little brother. didn't get along with him but i tried not to cause too many problems.
and then when i started getting older, boy, things really started to get out of hand. i didn't like all the rap and hip hop and stuff that they tried to push on me all the damn time. i liked marilyn manson, my personal favorite, and rob zombie and korn. none of this hip hip and r&b shit they try to pass off as music. uhm. so i uh. i started dressing more how i wanted to dress, sometimes stealing stuff or money. i'm not proud of it, but whatever. and when i was sixteen i got a job and i started reading the satanic bible and i got my dreads. i rebelled against them. we really didn't get along at all. i was bullied all the damn time for being different, especially in a town as rough as camden, ruled by wannabe gangsters and thugs and then you just have this gothic freak in the midst of it all.
on top of that, the hallucinations started getting worse. i started hearing shit. sounds and voices. by the time i was seventeen it was so bad that i couldn't take it. i stayed in bed for days, unable to sleep or do anything. rachel and trayvon took me to the hospital and i was admitted to the psych ward and it all goes to hell from there. i was put on meds but i wasn't diagnosed with disorganized and paranoid schizophrenia until i was eighteen. that was a terrible day. i cried for hours and hours. i didn't want to be crazy. but i guess i had no choice. i try and keep it a secret but it's hard to hide the disorganized thoughts and speech. i wish i could just get better. but that isn't gonna happen any time soon. i'm hoping i can handle college. if not, i'll just try and go into the music business.
[/div]THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM?
oh, gosh. uhm, i really, really doing like talking about my life. it's not something i even like to think about, to be honest, and now you want me to talk about it? i should have known. this is all fucking part of the plot to lock me away. you bastards. whatever. i guess i should start from the very beginning, since you're so curious... i'm gonna hate myself for this later... here goes...
my mom and dad, my real mom and dad, that is, weren't very... uh... motherly and fatherly. i don't remember much about them because i only lived with them until i was two but i remember enough to know they did not deserve to ever have children and i'm glad they're dead. oh yeah, their names were robyn and moses - ironic, right, that my dad's name comes from the bible. anyway, back to the story. so they were drug addicts, like, heavy, heavy drug users. i don't know how the fuck i didn't get messed up in the womb because i know my mom was drinking and doing drugs when i was developing. that's probably why i'm fucking crazy. she planned this, i know she did. she wanted me to end up crazy. they're all in on it. every last one of them.
uhm. yeah. uh. anyway. so when i was born and taken back to the house and stuff it was pretty bad, i guess, not that i can remember because i was just... ya know... a baby. but i'm figuring it was just as much of a mess as it was when i was one and two years old. somehow they managed to keep me alive. ha, don't know how. they were too busy getting high all the time. but as i started getting older - well, not much older - they started to ignore me more. i never grew attached to them. so when i came out of my bedroom one night and saw them both laying dead on the living room floor, i wasn't bothered by it. i just toddled around, not sure what to do with myself. i didn't know how to call 911 or anything. but i guess the neighbors or someone called after a few days because the cops and paramedics came and it was a lot happening all at once. i just remember being taken to the hospital and being asked a bunch of questions.
so that was the beginning. and it all just kinda went downhill from there. i ended up in an orphanage. it was either in pennsylvania or maryland, i don't remember. don't want to remember. so i stayed in the orphanage until i was ten. it was hell. i didn't get along very well with the other kids. i'd never been around other kids before. i didn't know how to be social. i still don't know how to be social. but eventually this "lovely" family came and adopted me. i didn't really wanna go with them but whatever. it was also around this time when i started to see things that weren't really there. it all just started off as shadows, and only once in awhile. so uhm yeah. went to new jersey with the new family. had that annoying little brother. didn't get along with him but i tried not to cause too many problems.
and then when i started getting older, boy, things really started to get out of hand. i didn't like all the rap and hip hop and stuff that they tried to push on me all the damn time. i liked marilyn manson, my personal favorite, and rob zombie and korn. none of this hip hip and r&b shit they try to pass off as music. uhm. so i uh. i started dressing more how i wanted to dress, sometimes stealing stuff or money. i'm not proud of it, but whatever. and when i was sixteen i got a job and i started reading the satanic bible and i got my dreads. i rebelled against them. we really didn't get along at all. i was bullied all the damn time for being different, especially in a town as rough as camden, ruled by wannabe gangsters and thugs and then you just have this gothic freak in the midst of it all.
on top of that, the hallucinations started getting worse. i started hearing shit. sounds and voices. by the time i was seventeen it was so bad that i couldn't take it. i stayed in bed for days, unable to sleep or do anything. rachel and trayvon took me to the hospital and i was admitted to the psych ward and it all goes to hell from there. i was put on meds but i wasn't diagnosed with disorganized and paranoid schizophrenia until i was eighteen. that was a terrible day. i cried for hours and hours. i didn't want to be crazy. but i guess i had no choice. i try and keep it a secret but it's hard to hide the disorganized thoughts and speech. i wish i could just get better. but that isn't gonna happen any time soon. i'm hoping i can handle college. if not, i'll just try and go into the music business.
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MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
yeah, you shouldn't have asked. uh. anyway. bye.
[/div]MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
yeah, you shouldn't have asked. uh. anyway. bye.
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED ZOMBIE AND SITS AT EIGHTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO DAVEY SUICIDE, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED ZOMBIE AND SITS AT EIGHTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO DAVEY SUICIDE, DON'T YOU THINK?
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