Intro

When high school came it was quite strange for me. For the first time in my life I felt a need to belong. I joined the science nerds group with Daniel (I got into the same school as him after much arguing and threatening with my parents who wanted to send me to a private school). I lasted about 6 months before the group realised that I was not really one of them. I lashed out. Even Daniel turned his back on me to belong to the group. Once more, I was alone. For a year I spent my time avoiding contact with others. I just sat on the libary stairs and watched the world go by.
Part way through 9th grade, Daniel realised that he didn't want to be part of the group anymore. I befriended an 8th grade outcast and we 3 made our own group. We avoided others and sat in the low traffic areas, discussing magic(the art, not the card game), demons, methiods for killing large numbers of students at once. Basicly, with the exception of beating down the occasional bully, we stuck to ourselves.
In grade eleven I became aware of a group of goths in the school and that they where aparantly practicing magic. My thirst for arcane knowledge led me to join them and their vampire cult. I was "embraced" and went through all the rituals. I learned all I could from them and left, taking with me some knoledge, some arcane, mostly clothing taste.
I joined other cults breifly in an attempt to learn more, usually waiting for internal conflict to collapse them and hide my dissapearance. I would also read any books on the topic I could find. By the end of 12th grade I had quite a deal of knowlage and experience on the subject. Oh, just to clarify, I do NOT believe that I am a vampire.

On the first of january, 2000, my course of action was to spend a year in Denmark as an exchange student, effectively leaving behind a few people who wanted my head, some friends, my family and the love of my life. My experience of Denmark was one that could most politly be described as "character building". Another, less polite description would be "hell on earth". I couldn't understand the language, I didn't like the first few families I got (I was only meant to have one), my councelers where not even slightly helpful, I never had enough food and I didn't make any close friends until one month before I left. I did however come out of the experience far stronger and independant with no scars on my wrists but no hair on my arms, legs or chest (I took to ripping out hair with tweazers rather than cutting myself). I returned home on the 27th of December, 2000.

Life in Australia this year has been very different. My parents moved away so I only see them occasionally, I'm living in my grandmother's house with every wanderer that happens to pass by. I've gotten involved with various charities, I've been rejected by the girl I love (not without just cause), I've sheltered homeless kids, I've started learning fire dancing, I've gotten several art contracts and had my art displayed in gallaries, I've been to clubs, parties, raves, concerts and performances, I've made new friends and found old ones, and I've consumed more alcohol that I would've believed possible.