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New Year, New Me

It has certainly been a while since I've written a blog. Or it feels like it's been a while. For the longest time I debated writting another blog entry. But, since I've been on EP  alot lately, I figured why the hell not. So let's start where I left off. My life has been eventful. I did survive my ER trip and ended up having an amazing weekend with my best friend, Adam. Things happened, but I think him and I just pretend they didn't. We're still really good friends and I hope to remain that way for a long time. I haven't kept up with school. Deciding that getting my GED would be better for me. I know you probably think that high school diploma is the best option, and I agree it is. Just not for me. In July, I convinced my best friend, Shannon to move three hours from her family and live with my sister's family and me. Later that month, we moved to a house on the other side of town. It was difficult for me, emotionally, to leave the Condo. Only because I feel like I lost myself and found myself there. Leaving it behind, made me feel like I was starting over. Lucky for Shannon and I, we ended up a block away from the mall. Which is where we both got jobs. Well, she got her job at Applebees. I work at a kid's clothing store in the mall. I've been working there for seven months. It's going pretty well for both of us. Three months in, I got a promotion. It was a big deal for me, considering it was my first job. I won't lie, I kiss ass with the store manager and the district manager. I want them to like me. Shannon also managed a promotion, she's actually in training right now. I forgot to mention, we live in the basement of my sister's house, which is very spacious. It's almost like a big dorm down here, we have a mini fridge, microwave, and a small shelf, (we call it our pantry). I recently rearranged it, OCD hit pretty hard and I just had to change it up a little. I ended up moving everything in the room to a new spot. What else is new with me?...Oh, I met a man named Spencer last January. We'd been on and off dating until October. I'd found out that he'd been cheating on me, but I had been doing the same. We broke up, for obvious reasons. During that week, Shannon made two new friends, Seth and David. Who were basically the dude versions of us. I hated them, but wanted them to like me at the same time. Shannon and David had a thing, then David told me he wanted to date Shannon, however that was after Shannon and Seth hooked up. (Which became an on and off again thing for a week or so) I felt bad for him, but he had some really REALLY confusing signals. So I don't blame her for doing what she did. In that time, I ended up making a few mistakes, trying dab, taking my first hit off a bong, and that week had me wishing that I could actually go back in time to make sure it didn't happen. Spencer and I started talking again, after that week. I told him everything. I mean, EVERYTHING. We worked through it and are still trying to find trust. It's worth it though. I mean, I always thought it was stupid when girls got back with their cheating exs. But, it's not really the same, is it? It probably is. But, we've been together since October. I met his family, but we're still iffie on him meeting my family. Why? Well, he's older. A lot older. 22 years, to be exact. I know whoever reads this will definitely have some opinions about this, but please keep them to yourself, unless you have helpful advice. It has also been four months since I've cut myself. Which is progress. I've started going to therapy, it's been helping a ton. I feel like I'm finally happy. Fingers crossed that it stays this way. It feels great to write again. Farewell, dolls.~

100th Entry

I wanted to wait for a while, saving up everything I want to tell you guys, just so this blog entry would be special. I mean, it is my 100th blog. I remember writing the first one. Ever so long ago..So what's been happening with me? Well, I've been balancing between happy and sad, my whole body is experiencing a strange pain, my love life is confusing as fuck, I'm losing faith in my friends, my sister's having a baby soon, we're moving, and Gawd, everything in my life is just as hectic. We should start at the beginning. Since my last blog, I've been working on school, trying to get a job, trying to be healthier, and sleeping less. I miss sleeping a lot. It helps all my problems melt away. Like I'm a whole new person when I wake up. I haven't had luck getting a job, even though I'm trying..perhaps I should just try harder. I've been going for walks on nice nights. A night like tonight would be perfect. There's a light breeze and it smells like summer outside. I can't be the only one who knows this smell oh-so-well. I want to go for a walk, but part of me just wants to sit in my room listening to music to inspire myself to write. I want to draw, but I don't know what to draw. I usually stick to anime-looking girls in school uniforms. It's pretty easy once you're used to it. I'm patiently waiting for Sword Art Online season 2 to come out. July 5th, I believe. I'm way pumped. So, I've been balancing between being extremely happy and extremely sad. My bestie told me just to stop thinking, but that's not exactly easy. I can't just stop my trains of thought. I hate when thoughts crash into one another to form a bigger thought, usually fear. Which causes anxiety. I've been dating a man named Spencer for the past few months. I didn't realize how messed up our relationship was until someone pointed it out. That whole conversation made me realize that Spencer and I will never work out. Even if he makes me happy, I'll never be what he wants, and he'll never be what I need. What do I need exactly? Well, I don’t know..I don’t think I’ll ever know. I just hope my future self gets what she deserves. I don’t know how to break up with Spencer, which makes me afraid. I’m afraid he’ll blackmail me or worse. Who knows what he’s capable of. I’m just hoping when it comes time, he’ll understand why I need to end it. This is off topic, but I totally enjoy putting my blue Beat Mixr headphones on and lip singing songs. It’s entertaining and it’s what I’m doing now. I’m listening to Daydream by Fareoh. It’s sorta loud, but makes it all the better. This pain that my body is experiencing is scary and I don’t know what it is. Friday, my sister took me to the ER. Where we’d spend the next 8 hours doing tests and waiting. It was somewhat weird because my ex, aka, my bestie was there the whole time. It turns out I have severe acid reflux, proves me right for eating greasy shit and drinking so much pop. It made me realize how much my sister means to me. She was there like a mother should be. She talked me through things and whatnot. I love her, but hate her. Guess it’s just a sibling thing. So, I’m sitting here writing this, now with tears in my eyes. Oh Joy, Kali’s crying again. I fucking cry way too much. Guys, right? What the fuck, why are they so confusing? Ugh, I should just be a lesbian, life would probably be easier. Hah! Probably not, still got the drama. I’m on the verge of cutting myself. Weird huh? Seems everything just went downhill, really fucking quick. I want too, but I don’t know where the glass is. That mirror I broke is packed into a box, awaiting the move. It’s not far from here, but it’s still far from all my friends. Not that it matters, let’s be realistic. I LOVE my friends, with all my heart, but in a few months, maybe years. I won’t talk to them, they’ll be part of a past. It depresses me, but hey, maybe my life is just meant to be spent alone. Wondering about the chances I didn’t take. Sometimes, things happen because fate or destiny doesn't want them to we have to deal with it right?.. I can’t figure what else to write life is boring and even though, my mind is running wild with the series of events that’s happened, some part of me doesn’t want to write about it. Maybe I should pretend that my life in this past year was a horribly wonderful dream. It’s about time I wake up, huh? Happy 100th, darlings.

When Depression Strikes Again

It always come back twenty times worse. I'm not sure how to really deal with depression other than take the pills I'm given and sleep it off. Not really healthy alternatives, but it works. There are days, sometimes weeks that pass and I feel happy. Not a hint of sadness. Then, it's literally like a dark cloud comes in and just nonstop downpours on me. I don't want to get out of bed, I sleep all the time, rarely do I eat. I've taken a lot of nyquil in the past few days. Helps me sleep and gives me some wicked dreams. Both bad and good. I've looked up countless times how to deal with depression and they always say things like "go on a walk" or "talk to a friend". First off, I'm lazy as hell. Not to mention, because I'm worried about my family seeing my scars, I've been wearing long sleeves, hoodies, know that sort of stuff. Wearing hoodies in 80 degree weather is no party. I've been applying this scar creme that my mom bought me in eighth grade. It's been working, but it sure is taking its time fading. I know it won't fade all the way, but at least it won't be bright pink anymore. He's been trying to help me through this and he's doing an amazing job. I just feel bad burdening him with my problems. Oh yeah, "he" is my boyfriend. The guy who is older..way older than I am. I hate explaining a complicated relationship, so I'll sum it up. I like him. He likes me. Why? Fuck, who knows. Could be for the movies we see and the restrautants we often go too. Or it could be because of the age. Who knows. Who cares? Anyhow, I've been debating if I should keep my EP account. I can't just up and leave it behind though. EP has been here for me through so much bullshit in my life..and I rely on it to get out my pissed off rants or my suicidal thoughts. There's no way I can leave all this behind. Not for now anyway, maybe someday. Until next time dolls. ~

I've Been Slacking

With everything in my life right now. Keeping up with my blog, working on getting a job, my very complicated relationship with a guy, and Gawd my online schooling? I haven't been doing any of that. I really need to straighten up my life. It's getting out of hand, almost. So, keeping up with this blog isn't hard. Not much has been happening, and I like to keep you guys interested in what I have to say. So, in a way, its difficult to do when I don't have anything interesting to talk about. Getting a job,..yeah, that's going nowhere. I've never had a job and every job I get an application for requires previous job experience. I've typed job so much, I'm questioning it's existance. Not to mention, my resume is very small. Soo, that led me to looking for volunteer work. I actually just got an email back for this one volunteer work. It's basically working with intellectually disabled adults. I'm looking forward to it, not only because I get out of the house, but the lady I might work with loves to paint and her paintings are amazing. I shit you not. So, I'm hoping to learn a thing or two from her. My brother-in-law also told me volunteer work looks good on applications. Oh boy, wait until I tell you guys about my relationship status. I am dating someone. He's pure awesomeness, it's like the first real relationship I've ever been in. We have fun together, but we argue over dumb shit all the time. We have to keep our relationship a secret though, because he's two times my age. I know, that could make me look like a sugar baby or it could make him look like a pedophile looking for young teens..but it's really not that way. I can't describe the things we've talked about and in some off way, I think he's with me for an act of guilt. I've told him about my life and all the gory details. (not literally gory.) If you know my life, it's pretty..not normal. What family is these days, right? Anyhow, we're in a place where we don't know if we want to risk all the shit to be together or just call it quits. I don't know what I want..It's irritating to think about. So, how has my onlineschooling been going? Horribly! I don't understand some of it, so if any of you are good at english elements. Message me. :) hah, just kidding. I'll figure it out on my own. I just get so discouraged about it all. I don't have much support at home, and I'm the type of person that relies on some kind of support..So yeah, not exactly easy. I hope that my little entry did not bore you, but updated you on my little life slack. I will update soon, because I think I should. So see you around, dolls. :)

Growing Up

Unlike other kids my age, I wanted to stay young forever. It was great. Life was well, I didn't have to deal with all that "grown up" stuff. Today, my sister helped me figure out what I need to start doing with my life. We were driving around, running errands, and talking about what happens when her baby comes. It's her second kid, and I don't want to interfere with their family life anymore. So, I decided to make a resume, (which was very small, being I haven't had a job) and fill out some applications. I filled out two, and signed up for a website for babysitters. I contacted my friends and talked to them about being roommates. It hurt when they all said they couldn't. I held back the tears and when 11 o'clock hit, I let them fly. I was pure devastated. I feel like I'm being left behind, while everyone moves on. I want to move on too! I don't care if they forget me, I'm not very memorable. Just that one girl with glasses and long brown hair. I just want them to be happy. I think they will, if they all got over the boyfriend thing. You know..all chicks do it. They date a guy for a while, thinking he's different, because he's not like the last. Of course he's not like the last guy, they are two different people! They want to start a life with them, thinking it'll be everything they want. I enjoy watching the show, especially when it fails. I hate seeing my friends hurt, but I like knowing I was right. I like knowing that they are naive. (Wow, some friend I am, huh?) Anyhow, I decided that maybe a job will help me make friends who could be potential roommates. Whoever it may be, they have to be okay with my niece and nephew. I love them and I'm sure they'll be over a lot. I want some place that allows pets, I want a cat and an iguana or baby giraffee..but an iguana is more likely. Tonight, I decided to start doing my online schooling again. I've done a good amount of it, so much so..I might be done with this semester tonight. Which I'm looking forward too. Another one down, a handful more to go. Then, I can really start my life. Hopefully, I'll have a better grip on my friends by then. And on myself. I hope to start some therapy sessions soon, I'm starting to worry myself and the ones around me. Scary, huh? Anyhow, I have to finish some tests. Wish me luck. :)

A Month Already?

Well, clearly it's been a while and the format to write a blog has changed quite a bit. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm currently sitting on my bed, letting my freshly painted black nails try. I'm debating if I want to do laundry tonight or tomorrow. Since it snowed like hell here today, I doubt we'll be doing anything tomorrow. Who knows. My sister is pretty damn unpredictable. And 17 weeks pregnant! Have I mentioned that before? I can't remember what I've told you guys and what I haven't. My apologies if I repeat some things. So, let's see..I went to a doctor's appointment for a check up and blood test, since I've taken a few bites of the forbidden fruit. I'm clean, but I've gained so much weight in the past year that my doctor said she was concerned. The pills that I take for my depression are the factor, well..that's what she suspects. I've been taking 40mg of Celexa. I take it every other day, I used to take it once a day, but I was running out fast and I sometimes had to go a few days without the pills. I can always tell when I don't take one or haven't for a while. It's like those commercials for depression, where the dark cloud is following a girl around or everythings black and white..Sometimes, I feel sad..others I feel pissed off. When I don't take my pills and I don't want to feel those feelings. I sleep. I don't dream when I take ZzzQuil or Nyquil. I love taking them though. Months ago, a lady told me she suspected substance abuse. I was like shocked out of my mind when I heard that. Substance abuse?! For loving sleep? I don't think so. Which brings me to another subject...I have NOT cut myself in two months. I won't deny that the urges do pop up once in a while, but I deep breathe for a few minutes and its gone. I'm so proud of myself. As dumb as that sounds..its true. So let's see..what else is new? My other sister moved into a house with her longterm boyfriend. My great Gramma thinks he doesn't really love her. Since he hasn't proposed or gave her  promise ring. I hope they do last, because they'd make cute babies. I just wish they'd both wake up a little. They're living the life of a lottery ticket winner. Neither have jobs, nor do they want any. They spend money on little things too much..I don't know. I just hope they end up together, despite everyone who says otherwise. I like rooting for the underdogs, because I see myself in them. (Know what poem that's from?) I got a haircut, seven inches off. Anyone who's had long hair knows that when they get a haircut they feel weird for a long time. I can't braid it like I used too, which bums me out. I just thought I'd update my blog and try to manage it better. I've been slacking majorly. And because I know a handful of people care, I just wanted to let you know I didn't forget about you. I'll update again soon, my lovelies. :)

From the Notes On My Phone

Irrelevant. To everyone. I'm the girl with so many secrets I'm drowning. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe my life ending will be a greater beginning. Wish someone could see the pain written on my face, but instead they see the smile that makes me appear to be what I'm not. Happy. I wish someone would notice that I'm not fine, okay, or just tired..That my words are just a cover for how I really feel. I'm so lost in the emotions that run my life that I can't find a way out. Not even suicide will change anything. I'm lost..not likely to be found. No one cares enough. Will anyone go out of their way to know me, love me, understand me? I couldn't ansewr that, but for now I'm walking a solo path. Hoping someday, I'll feel important. Someday, I won't be what I've always been. Invisible. People seeing past me or blinded by the fake cover I put on. I am visible. I want to be seen. No one cares to ask the girl with scars on her arm what they are, where they came from, or how I got them. Even if they did, I'd reply the same way I always do. With a smile and a lie. They don't need to know I'm a habitual self-harmer. Cut. The scars written under my clothing leave stories for me to define. A definition no one cares to listen too.

November's Gone

It went by WAY too quickly. My life's been shook, tattered, torn, and misshaped in this past month. I've learned a lot and decided if I'm ever in a relationship soon, I'll keep all my drama to myself. Not like I have a lot of drama, I'm quite silent. People get irritated when I try to keep and solve my problems by myself. I could see how that's annoying, but I work better that way. I know this blog will be sorta short, being I'm writing it half asleep. I apologize if it doesn't make sense. Anyhow, I've been with three different guys this past month. Call me a whore, I'm just experimenting. Everyone has skanky days, I'm just doing mine before college. Every minute spent with those guys were spent with a naive mind. Thinking something good will come from it each and every time. I've sworn off guys for a while. I just want a guy who'll hug me when I need it. I want a cuddle buddy. A guy who doesn't mind watching anime or horror movies with me. I want so many qualities, but I'm willing to settle. Hah, I don't mean to sound like a bitch or anything. I've been cutting with the sharpest of glass. I've been tending to the wounds and keeping care of them. Everything's going decent with that. They've healed and I plan on getting a tattoo over my wrist. I got my ID earlier this month, so I'm making final decisions on tattoos and possible piercings. I suppose this will be the end of this blog, being I'm seconds from falling asleep and the screen keeps getting blurry. Obvious signs..I need sleep. I'll be sure to type blog part 2 tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Oh, just a cautionary detail about my pictures. I've uploaded a before/after picture of my wrist. It contains graphic material unsuitable for anyone under the age of 13. Hah, I sound like a commercial. I'm off for my beloved sleep. :)

Want To Go Private

By: Sarah Darer Littman. The book caught my eye in Barnes and Noble the day before yesterday. Without question, I picked up the book and read the summary or teaser on the back. Abby and Luke chat online. They've never met. But they're going to. Soon. I didn't even need to read the rest because I knew I was going to buy it. I bought it, and immediatly that night I started reading it. You see, when I read a book I get so drawn into every single word that matter how dumb it might sound, I become the character. I can feel everything she feels and I understand every word on the page. This book, was about a girl starting her freshman year in high school, obviously a frightening time for any girl. She's pressured by her parents to get straight A's, and she feels lowly about herself because her younger sister Lily has a more carefree life. Her friend Faith branches out, but Abby doesn't. She meets a guy named Luke online who grooms her into falling in love with him. (Child grooming comprises actions deliberately undertaken with the aim of befriending and establishing an emotional connection with a child, to lower the child's inhibitions in preparation to sexually assault the child, or to exploit the child) You'll have to read more of it, if you want to know what happens to Abby. But, by the time I finished the book I was in tears. I was scared, terrified, angry, hurt, and I was shocked. This book isn't lying about anything. It's all things that really happen. I won't lie, I've done my fair share of inappropriate messaging or whatever. But, when this guy "groomed" her..I felt violated. I got rid of my kik, because I feeling so empty and scared. I'm always open to making friends on here, but I don't want anything more than that so please rethink when you message me. I just want to make this book known, because it really opened my eyes to what I thought wasn't suspicious. I don't care if you guys think this blog entry is a load of horse shit. I just had to get all of that off my mind, because it was losing me sleep. Check out the book! Want To Go Private by: Sarah Darer Littman. Have a great day, friends! :)

It's Been 1 Year

Since I started writing this. I can't believe how fast time flies and how little I've changed. Physically, I've changed. Maybe emotionally. I feel more responsible for my life, more grown up, perhaps? I'm not really sure what to type in this, because my life has been pretty boring. My brother-in-law just got a huge job offer, which he gladly accepted. His friend has been living with us until he can get on his feet, and he also got a job today. My other sister just made an offer on a house, which she'll probably get. So much is going on around me, yet I'm not doing anything. I tried to fill out my first application, but it asked for a resume, which I don't have or don't know how to make one. (if you can help me, please message me) I'm going to apply to my favorite stores, then to the ones I care least about. Hopefully I get a job. I need one to keep my mind occupied. I've been cutting myself with pieces of a mirror that I broke on purpose. No matter how morbid it sounds, the comfort of the blade is more comfort than any human can give me. Or maybe I just don't have real friends. I'm not sure. I've been cutting in the traditional places, my left wrist and thigh. Wrist has healed pretty good already, being I take good care of my wounds. My thigh is healing slowly, which is expected. I like cutting with the little glass pieces because they slice better than the big pieces, which doesn't make sense to me. Anyhow, I've also been taking my antidepressants, so this cutting will likely go away. It's also been almost one year since I've tried to kill myself. Which just blows my mind. If it worked, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be typing all of this, living my life, seeing my niece grow, laughing at stupid things with my sister, making life decisions...If I would've killed myself, I wouldn't be here, I'd be dead, and that just..feels so surreal to me. I don't feel suicidal at all anymore. I often wonder what if, but I don't feel depressed like I did back then. I don't feel necessarily happy, but I don't feel that depressed. I feel...content. Like, I'm capable of doing everything with a clear and stable mindset. I'm happy being like that too, practically stress free. :) I'm still doing my online schooling and thanks to this Wisdom King (my nickname for him), I feel more confident about doing my school wok and pursuing my future dreams. It'll take a while for me to get it done, but the fact is that I'll make it. I'll someday hold that diploma in my hands. ^_^ I often wonder if there are any people who've read all my blogs and if you did, well thank you. That doesn't sound modest but it is, I know I'm not known or famous, I don't want to be, but it means a lot that people actually read these. Feels like people care and that means the world to me! So thanks for reading and continue reading, because I'll definitely be writing more! :) Remember if you ever have questions or need a friend I'm here so don't be shy. Happy 1 Year Everybody. :)

Sleepless in Iowa

The windows propped open so theres a nice breeze. I haven't been trying to sleep for long, but I have the feeling that I won't sleep well tonight. Mostly becuase of the Creepypastas I've read and the what ifs that are crowding my brain right now. I should have done that instead of this, those are also going through my mind. I keep turning the tv on. The sound is too much but the silence is too loud. My eyeshadow, which I forgot to wipe off is burning my eye. Tonight, is going to be hell. I sort of want to go home..but I want to see Ali and ShayShay. I seen Adam today, as I predicted we ddidn't speak. I checked him out and he just smiled knowing he makes me insane. ↓ the blog beneath this is about him as well. He's that important he should be in my blog..he has been a lot. He was my first love. Kind of. Country living problems. I can hear a mouse running through the ceiling. This house is ancient so it's not surprising. I want to kiss someone and cuddle right now. I want to be close to another being. Even if it was my niece or my woukd stilk be someone. I want to be told that everything will be fine. I don't need the blade or the sharp shards of glass to dig into my skin to tell me otherwise. Though, I know now once I get home I'm going to press that blade so deep into my thigh it'll draw a scary amount of blood. Ofcourse I have to be careful, the carpet is an off white. Bleeding on that floor my sister would kill me. my eyelids are getting heavy which is an obviously good thing. Means Ill be asleep soon. Yay. Good night my friends and fellow Ep civilians. Sleep well.

"You're my best friend"

Ouch. I've been hard. I won't lie, I'll always have soft heart for my ex, who is now my best friend. I'll always be his friend and I'll always be there when he needs anything. But, it kills me to hear about his girl problems. To know he's moving on stings. I mean, I tell him about guys in my life, but clearly it has no effect. We are friends. And I have to tell myself that, everytime we talk or get flirty. That's just what friends do. Right? I don't have a lot of guy friends. I'm not quite sure why..guys just don't think I'm friendly enough or something..I'm not sure. We didn't talk long. I honestly, really just want him to be happy. But I don't want him to date some girl that will tell him to stop talking to me. We, really aren't going to become anything ever, so why would some jealous bitch need to break off our friendship? How rude. I think it'd be amazing to be his friend forever, because I love him and I want to see him be happy. He really deserves the best, even though he isn't patient, he deserves the best. He's a sweet and amazing guy. I love him. As a friend. I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing. It's obvious you still like him. I'm pretty sure I love the guy, but even if it's not with me, I want him to be happy. He is and will be. So, that's good enough for me. I just wish he knew how much he really means to me. He doesn't need to know that though. It won't change anything. And I'm actually okay with that.


I watch a lot of tv. It's debatable rather it's bad for me or not. Really, it just depends on what I watch. Sometimes, it's shows like Breaking Bad, Arrested Development, Weeds, The Office, Parks and Recreation, so on and so forth. Other times, it's The Doctors, whatever is on the History or Discovery channel. Once in a while, I like watching documentaries on Netflix. I think I learn from those, sometimes. Breaking Bad taught me how to make meth and how to negotiate. I won't be making any drugs, because that shit scares the hell out of me, but I will use the negotiation tactics. I learned a lot about drug trade from Weeds, hah. I don't care to use that information, but I love the show. I had a woman crush on Nancy for a while. :) Anyhow, I'm sitting here watching tv, The Doctors to be specific. I'm not sure what's going on, but they are dancing. How random. Lately, I've noticed my blogs have gotten thousands and hundreds of views. How does this happen? Who's reading my blogs? I don't mind whoever does, but send me a message what you think or hell, what you'd like to know about me. I don't mind answering questions or anything. So don't be afraid to hit me up. I've been told I make a decent friend. If you need anything, I'll be happy to help. Anyhow, I'm going to work on my classes. I've been slacking. Hope y'all have a great day!

"I'm really in love with him"

It may be because I'm a realist. It could be the fact I'm sort of a pessimist. It might be that from all the overly dramatic teen books I've read I've learned a little something. Love, at my age, isn't real. Or doesn't exist. It's just a feeling, I think everyone wants or likes. I've thought I was in real love twice, and both times it sucked. I hated the feeling. Maybe I'll just grow up to be one of those people that never really fall in love. Which being the case I want to have a family someday could be pretty disappointing. I hate when people my age or younger believe they've found love. Real love. I don't think it exists at my age. How could it? Why would anyone want to settle down at this age? What about those regretful college party years? I just don't get how people, at 17, could really think they found the one. HOW? If you're in love at a young age please enlighten me on how you really think you found the one. And when you're divorced at 25, remember I'll be here to redirect you to this frustrated blog entry. I'm sorry if I offend, it's just another angry blog about how naive people think love really exists. I'm sure it does, but really. 50% of the time it's probably lust. Remember people, there is a difference. Look it up. Lust. Love. Two different things. Lust is often mistaken for love. I'm going to stop ranting, because I'm just getting more angry. Have a good day, my friends and fellow EP-ers.

Nothing But The Truth

 I'm 5 7', weigh 215 lbs, I have brown hair and brown eyes. I was cursed with my mother's small boobs and my father's missing ass. My hair goes down to the middle of my back, and just recently I got bangs that cover my forehead. I don't have bad acne. I was born shy and quiet. I'll speak my mind when I need too, but most of the time I'll quietly think. Not that thinking is a loud process. If you knew me you'd know I can be loud, annoying (sometimes), and I'm just all around weird. I have two sisters, though they are really my half sisters since we have different dads. I also have two step brothers. Being the youngest of four is no walk in the park. They are over protective of me, and they hardly know anything about me. I used to live with my mom and step dad, but I moved with my sister, brother-in-law, and niece. I feel better living with them. My family is okay with this living arrangement because we are hardly a family. We aren't churchy, we don't sit at the dinner table. We don't say I love you and hug each other all the time. We don't share our feelings. My family isn't all bad though, we have our good days, but like all families we have our bad days. I had a pretty okay life growing up. Until I turned 9. My dad passed away. I can't remember why, but he did. It messed me up. I stopped talking to that side of the family, and now they don't consider me family anymore. It does make me sad, and in some ways it makes me think I'm better off. I've always been sort of a loner. After that my life sort of went down hill. I got older, taller, wider, and when I got to junior high, I got depression. As I went through puberty, I also became very curious. I started playing with myself for a long time, then I stopped after thinking my vagina was misshaped. I started cutting myself somewhere between my 7th and 8th grade years. It instantly became a habit. Jeans covered my scared ankle. When summer rolled around, I'd wear jeans after telling my mom what I had done she helped me buy some scar cream which did help. After that I wore capris all the time. I wasn't out of the park though. I met Adam in 9th grade. We'd gone to school since kindergarten, but hadn't really noticed each other until then. We flirted for over a year, the guy was so dense. I remember when he asked me out a few days before christmas. Talk about best Christmas present ever. We'd date on and off for two years, and after calling it quits, really calling it quits, I'd gotten more depressed. I cut my wrists. He unintentionally made me feel like shit and eventually because family, school, and the pressure of life in general was too much. I tried to kill myself. With aspirin. I was terrified when I took it. I told the school counsler who called my mom who drove me to the er. It was crazy in there. Like all my thoughts were missing. I couldn't think in there. Like they put a mind block. I met people in there who just from three days, changed my life. When I got out, my grades went up and soon I'd drop out. Deciding to take online classes and hopefully graduate with my friends. That's my dream right there. To graduate and to hear my family say, "I'm so proud of you". After dropping out, I lost a lot of friends and it really showed me who cared and who didn't. I'm now left with my friends Ali, ShayShay, and Adam. Weird, that we're friends now. After my social life became nonexistant, I made a kik and suddenly I felt my life had meaning. I met great people and sucky assholes who I never want to talk to again. I do admit I sent pictures to people, but they were hardly naked. The most skin I showed was the skin on my face I prefer to hide my massive body. I'm no model, and I know this. I met guys who told me they could make me happy, but they changed their mind after seeing me or my body (which was clothed). I had my first phone sex experience with this guy. It was odd, and I was really nervous, but when we were done I felt like we really had it. Like he was the only guy in the world. But we argued about something and he was the only guy whose made me cry. Odd, considering we've never met. I had sex a week or so ago. With a guy I met on the internet. He lives a town over from me, he's 32. I was lonely and wanted company. He didn't ask about sex until the middle of the second movie. We watch The Human Centipede and Snowtown Murders (both awesome and gross movies). I was afraid when he asked about this. Being most of the time we spent together we talked about his life and my life. Sex wasn't the first topic. Then, something came over me. I don't know what it was, but I grabbed his face and made out with him. Eventually we had sex. I got my first kiss, first makeout, first finger, first gawd, everything else in one day. We watched Grey's Anatomy and did it again. He spent the night, notifying me I snore like an old man, he parted. I didn't honestly know he'd be coming over to have sex. Really, I thought it was nothing but friends. I do regret it, but it has opened my eyes. I tried to stop taking my pills after that, and I cut myself again on my thigh. It doesn't sting at all which concerns me. I'm beginning to think that I'm dying on the inside. I can't even feel these cuts anymore. I had a dream about running away, I want to but I have no where to go.
More about me. I love anime, classic disney movies, foreign movies of any sort. I love music, not a big fan of country or gospel. I feel uncomfortable in churches being I'm an aethist. I scrapbook, read, and bury myself in my writings. I write stories about scenarios I wish I was in or am terrified to be in. I've fallen in love twice, but never been in love. Which is what I'm dying to feel. To be in love. I always doubted love, believing it was fake. But I'd love to kiss a guy knowing he's mine forever. or until I die. I don't believe in forever. Just my personal opinion. I spend a lot of time by myself, and I prefer to be alone. Just forever alone syndrome.

Edit: Change

So I figured hey someday I'll get an amazing boyfriend, with a great personality. We'd go on a date, kiss, and gradually we'd work our way to sex. The big deal. Especially to a virgin. I really want a boyfriend who'll treat me like a queen, while I treat him like my king. I was hoping for that sort of fairytale start. Nope. I didn't get that. My temptations, needs, and wants got in the way of that magical start and end. I lost my v-card. To a man that I only talked too for a day, maybe not even a day. A few hours. I can't say I don't regret it, but I can say I made a choice and maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn't. I'll learn from it later on. I kind of feel like this guy gave me the perfect opportunity. Maybe I'll change for the better. Maybe. Just maybe, I'll finally be happy.


There's so much of it happening around me, I'm almost suffocating. I like the idea of what change can bring me, but I'm not sure I'm ready to actually begin the process. How do I start?...Living in the city is different yet comforting. I'm not the girl everyone checks out, but here guys talk to me. I feel accepted, even though I'm not a size 0. Not to mention, there's so many amazingly gorgeous people up here. Sometimes it makes me feel hideous, but I feel like I'm happier and I feel somewhat more beautiful. That probably sounds stupid. Oh well. On another note, I have a boyfriend, kind of. We're dating, but we can't see each other. Like long distance. We live in the same state, but he's like way north from me. :/ and turns out, my cousin knows him. Odd, I think. Considering I was just going to be his rebound. I know that sounds slutty, but sometimes people just need it. I unfortunately started cutting again. Last night was the first time in almost a month. It stung this morning, but it didn't hurt. Which was nice. I plan to stop eventually, but that takes time and support. Since no one really knows, support won't be exactly easy. I hate being alone with my thoughts, its scary for me. Like they're dragging me into the dark of my mind. The dark that was supposed to be taken away by the pills I was given. False advertisement. How disappointing. I'm dying to get lost in my music and daydream, but my Aunt is coming over to visit. Damn it.

My fat lazy sister.

I only say that because I am pissed off. My brother and I moved everything, he moved more than I did. Either way, I'm exhausted. The only plus is I'm gaining muscle and sweating. Sweating is obviously good, why? I burn the fat! :D and god knows I have tons of it. Oh my phone was shut off..which means I am unavailable to kik. Apologies if I haven't messaged back. Anyhow, we're finally moved out and today the papers were successfully signed. I'm not excited however. We still have to drive all this stuff two hours away.IIt'll take not only one trip..but if we're lucky six. SIX TRIPS! D:< Not too mention, my sister is terrible at packing. So I literally pack the van until nothing else can fit. I got to go. Packing all this shit! -___-

New Me

I haven't been blogging as much as I used too. Why you ask? Because, I am moving with my sister! :D it's too hours away from where I live now. So it's not too far away. Its far away enough. ^-^ I'll still be able to see my friends and family, but not as much. I'll miss my friends more than anything, and my dog. The only people I told where ShayShay, Ali, and my ex. (Since we're besties again). I think moving will give me a chance to really start over and maybe better myself. I'll be capable of getting a job, doing my online schooling (maybe graduating on time or earlier!) I was also hoping maybe I could meet a girl to date. Since I'm questioning my sexuality, why not take it on a test run? Hah. I'll try to keep blogging, but I'll be busy as hell moving. And playing Robot Unicorn Attack 2. It's free, download it and play it! Join team inferno! :D hah. Talk to y'all later.


It's hard being friends with my ex. Especially since I still like him, told him that I did, and was extremely shot down and friendzoned. We're still friends though. I was told if you really loved someone, you'd be happy to see them happy, even if it wasn't with you. He's dating my friend, Ninji. And it hurts seeing them together, knowing that's how him and I used to be. I feel my heart literally shatter into fifty thousand little pieces. I hug my niece and tell her I love her then everything is better. I'm improvving my acting skills. The other day he came over to hangout and he told me about him and Ninji. He had this smile on his face that made my stomach light and made my heart heavy. That was the smile he used to have with me. I pretended it didn't bother me. When we text, I pretend tosupport his relationship but I really kills me and squishes me Into nothing. On another note, my friend Ali..the one I had a crush on..made me feel like I should've taken more pills. (I tried to overdose last October). She has an amazing body..all the guys like her for it. When she gets hit.on around me..she talks about how fat and ugly she is. This makes me feel useless. Since i dont exactly have the body of a Victoria Secret model or an amazing personality..I'm just normal me iguess. Guys don't really come chasing after me, they chase the pretty thin girls around me. Makes me feel worthless. Like no one will ever love me. Someday right? Everyone falls In love. Reading this back, makes me sound like a typical, self-conscious, teenage girl. Which I am. So apologies for my typical complaining blog.

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