Decided to write an auto biography Need Advice

[iloveyouall]

here is what i got so far. Tell me what you think, thank you


Thought of success occured to me by surprise. I didn't care at first, I thought that everything
happens for a reason, and I learned to live with it, when actually it's the opposite. And then
it hit me like a slippery fish. Why suffer, I mean come on. What am I a pussy? am I weak? no!
I'm powerful, I'm great, I'm everything. I'm all I want to be, but others don't understand that. My life
is a sitcom, a drama, and whatever you want to call it all together in one funny,sad story.

My story is simple. It all started in 1999 when my
mom decided to move to the U.S. I was 11 at that time, stupid, fat, and ugly. I used to pick my
nose 24/7. I was disgusting. I would pig out like a motherfucking pig, I would eat everything
I could empty a newly filled referigirator in less than a day. And watch full house while at it. A
sitting fucking baloon eating pita, humus, and cucumbers.

When people saw me on the streets the thought it was the end of the
world walking. Uncomfortable clothes. I was so fucking fat that my parents had to spend a year to
find the pair of jeans that would actually fit me. School was hell. In school there was not one day
where I got home without a fight. I was a little walking, talking , vagina.

Let's look back to September 9 1999, when I first was introduced to a New York City
middle school. 8th grade. Hahahaha. Wow, just remembering that trauma I get them shivers. Nevertheless,
I felt like i was on a huge spaceship with blue walls and green doors and long hallways filled with people
from all around the world. Some were friendly, some were bad. Jews used to torture me, arabs would befriend me
african-americans welcomed me, hindus laughed at me, and guyanese kids used to help me.
I still remember that girl, her name was Rahana, she was nice, she used to help me in class, look,
she was ugly but she was nice. The teachers were stupid. The luch food tasted like crap. Always had
stomachache, and gas. Never fel comfortable. Ashemed , and left out.

Although I had a few friends but they were assholes. I always got in trouble. Always fought in class
and was always at the deans office. My mom made best friends with all the school staff due to being called
"Urgently" to the deans office.

 

[cLOUDDEAD]

well, i think you're a little young to be writing an auto biography. your past is filled with little content compared to the rest of your life. auto biographies are usually all encompassing, later in the authors life. and to be honest, your life doesn't sound overly interesting or enticing to a reader. do it if you want to, perhaps as a journal rather than an auto biography, to get things off your chest. but if you publish this don't expect anyone to buy it. but keep writing, don't stop. it's a skill that needs refinement, polishing and tightening.

 

[doris delay]

^ my own opinions echo cloud's. it might sound harsh, but at the moment you don't have much to offer a reader. perhaps you might consider taking a course in creative writing? an autobiography is something that you have to approach with sensitivity, defaming people (ie, 'look, she was ugly..') sets you up as an unlikeable, unreliable narrator --even if it is your own story.