Let’s get this straight. I’m not the person to accuse someone. I don’t get angry, and I let a lot things slide. But this time, I’m furious, and it’s because of my mess of an older sister.
To begin with, I wouldn’t say I was robbed, or at least I was robbed in the way you wouldn’t normally think of. I wasn’t jumped and forced to give up my belongings, rather I poorly secured my belongings, allowing excuses of people to scavenge through them.
Let me explain.
I thought I would have been over with it by now, but I still don’t feel great after being rejected.
Without falling into another depression again, I told the guy I liked about how I felt. It was early in the morning, he was sitting at a table with no one around. I decided to go up to him
After a therapeutic summer, I started to feel more like myself again. I felt so fresh. I just felt so “okay”, like I was truly happy with my life. I loved my friends, family, and even school started to be something I looked forward to. However, I’m starting to fall down a hole all teenagers do; love.
I know I haven’t been blogging as often, which is pretty disappointing because I wanted to blog a lot during the summer. However, I couldn’t let this important day pass. Though it seems small, today marks the 2nd anniversary of my blog.
Summer vacation has just started for me, and I was ready for everything to start getting better. I’m happy school is out of the way for a little while, and I have more time to feel like myself again. However, I’ve noticed that I have been getting worse (mentally) in just a couple of days. Continue reading
To begin with, I ruined myself. I am the reason why I can’t live a normal life. I Skewed my perspective on what was acceptable of myself, which snowballed to bigger issues. Since the 7th grade, I began to actually destroy my mentality. I made school too important, to the point where a perfect score on an exam was the only thing that made me happy. I became obsessed
I looked at some photos of me during my eighth-grade graduation. Usually, I do not like to look at old photos because they’re embarrassing or I don’t want to remind myself of the past. But now, these photos did not make any impact on me at all: it was as if I was looking at a totally different person.
I use to hate the end of a day, and would catch myself getting sad when I couldn’t see the sun anymore. But now, a sunset means so much more. Continue reading