Things at home were up and down. I was starting to hear certain rumors swirling around about me being a devil worshiper and how I was sacrificing animals. What the hell?!?! Where did that come from? They were judging me because I chose to isolate myself from them and because of my choice of music. I listened to heavy metal and I played it loud in the room, so obviously I worship satan. Haha. That gave me a good laugh. I couldn’t believe how these people were stereo typing me. Like, to label me because of my choice of music? Really? The music I listened to had lyrics that I could relate to or felt some type of connection with. But they didn’t or wouldn’t understand. I was just this evil person in their eyes. Anyway, they thought the worst of me already, so I just let them think that way and I kind of played the part just for kicks. I loved the fact that I was and still am different from everybody in my family. I didn’t just follow suit, I separated myself and just did me. It’s funny how rumors get started and how they evolve. I mean, first it’s my music, then, I’m worshiping satan, then I’m wearing all black so I’m gothic, next I’m sacrificing animals, all of a sudden I’m practicing voodoo, now I’m drinking blood. Oh my gosh, I tell you, that had me in stitches. My stomach hurt so much from laughing so hard I thought I was going to die because I couldn’t breathe. That’s how hard I was laughing. So, the answer is NO. No, I didn’t do any of the above, never tried it, never even thought about it. It’s just music. I never judged any of them for their choices in music. They would respond with, “that’s because we listen to normal music”, there’s that damn word again. Normal, what the hell does that mean?!?! I’m so sick of that word. I will never be normal. There!!