[CURRENT CONDITION: A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR ME]

I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to do a biography of myself, and I think now is the perfect time. I got inspired to do so after reading my friend Matt's bio. It's so sad, but reminds me of myself.

I want to share with people that may not know me a little of my history. Growing up, I was always the child that didn't know if he was coming or going. I was born confused. I remember when I was in the 3rd grade. That's when I felt I was ontop of the world. I was looking to make new friends and have someone to play with. That didn't happen at all. Instead, as soon as kids heard my name, they shunned me. I didn't quite understand why I was being treated this way, they talked about the way I dressed, they talked about my arab attire. I thought it was normal. I didn't see anything wrong with it, but I quickly found that I was so much different than everyone else, and I quickly learned about racism. I didn't make not one friend that whole time I was in 3rd grade. My mom tells me I was always the kid that played in the sandbox alone, because I was afraid of people. I was afraid of what they might say.

I didn't want to feel that way anymore, and so that was the year where I started secluding myself from the outside world. As I grew up and went to higher grades, it got worse. I suppose by my mannerisms, and my proper speech I was called gay. I was called gay so much to the point, I was starting to actually believe it. I also had acne at the time. Yeah, you can only imagine how that went for me. They teased me so bad about that even up into highschool, but we're not gonna jump to highschool just yet. I remember how girls used to treat me in school. One moment sticks out to me like a sore thumb and I still cry about it till this day. I remember when I was trying to impress this girl, and her friend came by and pulled my pants completely down, to the point it showed everything, and she said to her friend and laughed, "See told you he was tiny". Till then, I have been extremely self-concience of everything about me, and I still am. I wake up and look in the mirror sometimes and I fear I may crack it. I never used to think too much of my looks until 6th grade which will mark the worse time of my life.

I was pushed down stairs, I was shoved in lockers, I was teased, I was called all sorts of racists names. To put it to you simple, I was the guy that everyone picked on. I told myself that that year would be different and I would find myself a girlfriend, but that didn't work at all. Every girl I ever came in contact with laughed at my approach.