I haven’t posted in six months. Oops. This is going to be a really quick post since I just want to update whoever reads this on my life.
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.