
Quite honestly right now, im so tired of living my boring life. i need fun. adventure. parties. life. i need kisses. late nights. getting in trouble. taking chances. creating and finding myself. and just being this person whos not afraid to live her life the way she wants to. im gonna try and start. its another thing i have to do. i want to be known out in the world. i want people to like me. i need people to like me. or i wont survive. you can help though! take me on an adventure. invite me to a party. throw a party. make me do things i would have never done without your help. seriously, it can be good for the both of us! so go :)
uhhh. im tired of hearing my dad snore. is it bad that i get annoyed by that so easily? i think not. is it bad that im staying with my mom because hes never awake and i've lived with him for the past seven months? i think not. but he does. he thinks its "bullshit" that im living with my mom. maybe if i wasn't so annoyed by him sleeping constantly but complaining about how he never sleeps at night, well its because you sleep during the day, then it wouldnt be so bad here. i dont want to leave him. it scares me to leave him here to take care of my sister. is he capable? you know? theres so many things that go through my head when i think about leaving them here together, though im sure they're gonna be just fine.
now to the reason i actually posted this blog: STORMS.
i. absolutely. hate. storms. SO. badly.
In sixth grade, i missed 64 days due to the fact that i wouldnt go to school if it was raining, or if they were calling for rain. i even went to the mental hospital. no i wasn't crazy, i just needed to be helped. it didnt help me, but i went anyways. many people would be shocked to hear that about me. cause i dont seem like someone to end up there, but yet, there i was, sixth grade, in the mental hospital. i blame my dad for the way i acted out that year. he was going through severe anxiety and bipolarity, and i honestly think i did it to act out for attention, but that seriously became a problem for me, and held be back from a lot. I didnt have hardly any friends in sixth grade. shocking right? cause now im this social butterfly. but then, i was looked down upon. i had mainly two best friends, Jessica and Ashley who never made fun of me or mocked me or anything. i didnt go many places to hang out or to make friends. i couldnt leave that house to even go out to dinner if there was supposed to be rain that night. i was a f.r.e.a.k. the kids on the bus always made fun of me. it killed me. i hated it. i had my sister, thankfully, who was there to kinda support me. she made it a little bit easier, even though im pretty sure it probably embarrassed her to have this sister who acted like this. so that was my life through sixth grade. constant embarrassment and name calling. it got old real quick. but i couldn't change myself. i didnt know how to control it. i honestly dont know what made it better or what caused me not to worry so much. i think moving to PR definitely helped some, cause it was closer to home, a new start, and not in the middle of nowhere ( to me, Piedmont was tornado prone cause it was in the country ). But i still worried, only when there was severe weather. which again, brings me to my point. Currently, we're under a tornado watch. there was a sighted tornado just a county away. how am i not supposed to be concerned? How can everyone else be so calm about it, but my mind causes me to freak. why is this? what is wrong with me? why am i not normal? these questions go through my head every time some storm pops up. i can handle storms as long as they're not calling for severe weather. i have to fix myself before summer. or i'll spend all my time worrying about the weather. i cant do that. thats simply retarded. so, im definitely gonna make some changes. NOW.