Thread: Were you a "troubled" teen? Tell me your story.

Originally Posted by Washer

I think it's important for a good writer to do bad things, to experience life at its most visceral . . . I know a guy who has a 15 year old girlfriend. But vicariously sampling my friends' lives has left me little in the way of actual knowledge. If only I could adopt the persona of someone more daring and bold, if only to experience all that life has meant for me not to.

If you gave some truth pills to some of these 'grew up in hard neighborhood' claimants, you'll find that many of them is fake. It's fashionable for famous females to claim that they were sexually abused as a child and fashionable for males to claim sex/drugs/etc. It's a lot like the hero outrunning the cops stories your grandparents would say, totally fake. And you know that they're fake because it's a new adventure every week.

You don't need to give yourself another way to destroy your life.

Originally Posted by mcfun61

Thanks Jasmine that reminds me. My email is in my profile for those that prefer.

I do not suspect any bad intentions here, however the private message system will maintain your anonymity, please be careful responding to outside links and e-mail addresses, we have no control once you go off site.

Originally Posted by Olly Buckle

I do not suspect any bad intentions here, however the private message system will maintain your anonymity, please be careful responding to outside links and e-mail addresses, we have no control once you go off site.

They're prolly both grandparents by now. Look at the dates on the posts.

I wasn't troubled. It was the people around me who didn't approve of a smart-a. big-mouth, rock'n roll greaser, 14-year-old newspaper reporter, 15-year-old Uni-frosh. They were the troubled ones. Not me.

I've mellowed since then.

You got a problem with that?

Originally Posted by garza

I wasn't troubled. It was the people around me who didn't approve of a smart-a. big-mouth, rock'n roll greaser, 14-year-old newspaper reporter, 15-year-old Uni-frosh. They were the troubled ones. Not me.

lol

Staff troubled me the most at secondary school. My step Dad was a fair man but the staff hated him because he had a good use of words to put them in their place. My Uncle they hated him even more because he was much better than my Dad at putting them in their place. So then my sister arrives at this school but never stepped out of line and never rocked the boat, so when I begin and take them on with words and morals it was time they'd had enough of our lot, and got me threw out for standing on a toilet!

I had my whole education destroyed because they didn't like my family, but now I see it as being beneficial I was given this path and that school lost something they will never get back. In my new school I changed their ways massively, by rocking the boat with my high morals and involving the police and government where need be, them schooling systems were changed massively because of me, but i just stayed the same as i always was since getting threw out of that first school, oh and i was thrown out for standing on a toilet, which was me turning off an extraction fan younger kids had been turning off and on.

I was seriously boring as a teenager, didn't see the point of rebelling against conformity by conforming with my peers, I saw that as no rebellion at all. The most successful rebellions go unnoticed...