My name is Matt. My nicknames are JJ, Matty, and Bubba. I'm 21 years old. I live with my mother because she can't support herself. I was born in a small town North Carolina Along with my 12 year old brother, my 18 year old sister and my 32 year old step-brother. My favorite color is Orange and my favorite song is Dead to Me By Melonie Martinez. I'm an artist and I love making dp's, I'm social and I love making people smile and laugh, because admit it, everyone needs one on this site. I'm an all around softy until you give me a reason not to be. I'm a waiter at a small restaurant in Florida. An art teacher is what I want to be. I'm not currently in college because of money reasons, but I hope to go someday. Yes I do have a history of cutting myself but I've stopped. If you want to get to know me, feel free to add me and stalk me in one of my friend's rooms. I don't care, I like people. Most of the time... My favorite food is gravy biscuits. I know, weird. But I was born in to a very country family. Raised by my father, his mentally disabled brother, and my grandmother, I had to do things for myself. Make my own food, cut my own hair, play by myself in the back yard. Mainly playing in the dirt because I didn't really have toys to play with. I grew up taking care of my Father's uncles while we worked 2 jobs. Calvin, the youngest brother, was always on drugs. Bubba, (The mentally disabled one) he could never walk, so I would help him get around, help him take his pills and help him read the bible. Although I've never believed in a god, I read the bible every day to my christian family. I hated it, every day. But I did it for him. I was raised in a church, ever since I was little. But I see through their lies, everyday. I never had a childhood, which is why I probably still act like a stupid kid. Can you blame me? My mother left my father after I was 6 because my father would Go to the bar and hang with his friends instead of taking care of me and my sister. They would continuously fight, and I couldn't do a thing about it. He proposed to my mother, after he had my little sister, because they were out of wedlock, and my mother turned him down. She took my sister and left me with a broken man. Unable to help, I just gave my father the biggest hug, and he swore to me he would try to give me a good life. I was bullied through out school, I eventually shut down, and I was the quit one in the back of the classroom. No one wanted to be near me because I smelled like my father's cigars, and I hated that he smoked, but I've been so used to it that I just ignored it. My teachers thought I was smoking and it really hit my heart hard, to think that a middle schooler would be smoking. My teacher made me start taking a confidence class because I was anti social. Why would anyone want to talk to the weird kid that kept quiet? My baggy clothes, and my messy shaggy hair, no one talked to me. I prefered it that way, because people are cruel. Drama, drama. Then, a girl threw a rock at me and it hit my eye, so I finally punched her square in the face and broke her nose. I ran away, scared. My teacher ran after me, but I was too fast and I spent that day huddled under a tree behind the school. My father got very worried, and hugged me tightly after finding me. The girl's mother slapped me, and put a restraining order on me, even though it was her fault for giving me a gash over my right eye. My father told me to be strong, and I was right to defend myself. I'll never forget the sparkle in his eye for being so proud of me. I've had a rough life, but it's made me a lot stronger and sweeter than back then. I really am a kind person. If you're still reading this, congrats, you're one of the 10% who actually care to get to know someone, congrats. Anyway, enjoy your visit, that's enough about me. xD