Well, fuck you. It's got nothing on mine. My mom practically kicked me out of the house before I was 13, and I never even met my dad. My only friend until I was 10 was the fag prick next door who would always beat the shit out of me and tell me I'm worthless. It's not like I had a choice; the town had a population of no more than nine. Seriously. My entire adolescence was just moving around from one place to another, trying to get along with people who didn't even want me.
You think that's the worst? My only friend was a 20something year-old Asian guy. The only reason he kept me around was because he thought I could help him get laid, or something like that. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this hot ginger chick. She's as flat as a pancake, sure, but damn, man - she's a total nymph! She must also be a sadist too; she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.
But the bane of my existence came not from the pain and emptiness in my life, but rather from this weird-ass adult couple that always seemed to follow us around. You know these types of couples who are absolutely sickening - they wear matching outfits and finish each others' sentences? Yeah, they were like that. And they had a cat, which was at least twice as annoying; I swear the thing would never shut the fuck up.
Like I said, I kept moving from town to town, getting into fights with other kids my age. And sometimes even adults as much as three times my age, too.
The only thing that kept me going was my dream to become a Pokémon master.