Starting From The Beginning
I could say my life was hard, and that no one should go through the stuff I've been through. But I'm not, because I love my life! Everything I've gone through has made Me, Me! And I really feel sorry for those who have had a difficult life, and I pity those who have good lives and don't appreciate them. Half of the kids my age who say they're deppresed don't know the meaning of the word! Self-harming, suicide and 'Being Emo'(as some would call it) I don't understand it :S. I have a few friends who are self-harmers(:S) a few have difficult lives at home and at school. But the rest just don't understand life when it comes to relationships(I think thats a stupid reason personally), School work and even just general things at home and school. But I just don't understand how people can punish themselfs for something that isn't their fault! Anyway making it back to my original point, life is great, I wouldn't change it for the world...
Sorry about the extra long introduction, I had alot of feelings that needed expressing lol. Ok, so lets start from the beginning. I was born on the 9th of June 1993 in York hospital, which is in York(Duh!), North Yorkshire, England. I was the longest and heaviest baby on the ward, haw awsome is that?(not very 
lol). When the nurse asked my parents what name they wanted to give me, my Mum, Sandra Shaw, was about to call me Damion(:S)but luckily my Dad, Richard Shaw, interupted and said 'Thomas, we're going to call him Thomas'(Thank god ). So I was named Thomas Peter Shaw, and I love my name 
although I get called Tom so much that people are surprised that my full name is Thomas lol. My middle name, Peter, was given to me because my Uncle Peter died of HIV a while before I died. I wish i could of met him, the stories about him inspire me He really lived life to the fullest. But that is a story for another time.
So I had been born, I was taken back to my house in Tang Hall(An area in York)and was greeted by my Brother, Ashley Shaw, he was 6 when I was born. His 6th birthday was 2 days before I was born, so there is exactly 6 years and 2 days between us. My brother has Cerebral Polsey(its latin for 'Brain Damage')but that is another blog i need to do lol.
Right, I was a healthy new born baby in a normal sized house with happy parents, a loving brother and a life waiting to be lived...
(Thanks for reading this autobiography, I may only be 15 years old but I still have had an eventful life. Most of the information I've used is from stories I've been told, I obviouly can't remember back that far lol. I will be continuing this autobiography, so watch out for the next part. It gets more interesting as I get older lol. Thank you muchos!)
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can't wait to read ur story! >///<