Before Now (More Babbling)

I've been up all night, I love to type, and it feels good to get this shit out, so i'm gonna keep typing. Here's the story up until now:
My rents divorced when i was ten, dad left mom for the neighbors wife. My 2 sisters went with mom, I went with dad (I tested into the 96th percent in my home state, which isn't saying much since it was Missouri hahaha) so i wasn't challenged by my school and was kinda a brat. I was obsessed with electronics, and one time I bought a console tv at an auction and dragged it home, hoping I could fix it. My dad beat me nearly to death for it, saying I made our house look like we were "white trash with broken appliances on the porch." and cancelled our trip to disneyworld haha. I ran away from home barefoot and called my mom from Breaktime, she called my dad and told him where I was, and he had cops come and fucking arrest me!! I was obviously seriously injured but nothing was done.
After that my dad and stepmom kept me locked in my room and brought me meals on a tray (very flowers in the attack type shit), until i was 15 which pretty much made me insane. My dad gave me sentences to write over and over again while he was work, and beat the crap outta me if I hadn't done it enough times when he got home. I'd listen to tapes to keep myself awake, and I still get kind of squemish when I hear certain songs that were on those tapes. Anyway, finally we moved into the country and they went to work as soon as I was home from school. So I was alone in the middle of nowhere, no houses for miles, just me and my cat Simba. We went for long walks and I went steadily crazier, and I knew I had to do something about it. The school I was in was full of stupid hicks, 1/3 of my class was special ed, I setup the schools entire computer network which I bought with school funds at state auctions, just how crazy is that?! My classmates hated me because I was called out of almost every class to work on computers. Anyway though, I needed to get the fuck out of there, so I started buying broken computers and fixed and sold them to raise money for my mother to get custody. After that, things were awesome. I learned social skills, I had a social life, I bought expensive clothes! When I was 18 and a senior, I opened my own computer store with the help of almost my entire high school, it was fucking awesome. I didn't make much because I had a habit of buying poor people's worthless old computers and piling them in my back room, but it was always fun. I didn't get renters insurance though, and the ceiling leaked. The landlord left the ceiling fan on, and it sprayed rusty water on everything in the store, ruining it all. I had to close. I was depressed, and locked myself back in my room with the internet. I learned html and java, and created an adult chat site that became pretty popular. I met my first love on the site, and moved to Ohio with him. We both worked in the Honda factory and made decent money, but I wanted something more. So I started making porn sites, and making good money. He was pissed and wanted in on it, so I built him a huge male webcam site that grossed about 80k. We got a very expensive apartment and more or less blew the money (it was in his name so I had no control over it.) Two rocky years into our relationship, he out of the blue (uuugh) moved a blue haired 19 year old in and dumped me. I was devestated and locked myself back in my room. I had to come out sometimes though, and he had meanwhile moved five other people into our apartment, two of which were lesbian crackheads who quickly took over my room and forced me to sleep in the bathtub. I couldn't call the landlord b/c i'd be evicted, couldn't call the cops because i'd be busted for their shit. So I was stuck. They stole everything i'd worked for piece by piece. One day I came in and my original Nintendo was gone. That was the final straw. I spit in his face, destroyed blue haired boys car, and killed his pet turantula (a felony aaah!) with raid. Needless to say, they called the cops so I had to get the hell out of there. I packed two trash bags full of my shit and ran. Picturing myself dragging two huge trashbags down the street, throwing out Prada and Gucci left and right gives me the giggles now, but at the time it sucked. The two crackhead lesbians rescued me and took me to the bus station (I still have a soft spot for them, they didn't have to do that and I have to admit they needed my room more than I did, at least they were getting some lol), when I got home I cried everytime I ate for some reason, really freaked my mom out since i'm not out. When I finally started getting over it I met my current boyfriend, and thats where i'm at now. I'm posting this stuff because I have no close friends now who would care to hear it all, never really have. If i'm ever wealthy, I wonder how much a shrink would roll his/her eyes during these stories of my life? lol
If anyone read all this, wow you must be bored eh? But; i'm glad someone cares! Every word of my posts is the complete truth, this shit may sound like a bad script, but its been my life. It can always be worse, but it coulda been a hell of a lot better lol. It's made me smart in a lot of ways, and sheltered and naive in a lot of ways too. I've read more books than any human should, and I still can't spell worth a shit lol. I read an entire volumn of encylopedia's and the bible over and over again when I was 9, and I really think these combined have shaped my personality just as much as all my wierd-ass experiences. Life is one craptastic thrill ride after another, isn't it?