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.
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
I love my family, a lot. However, they can really get on my nerves, especially when I’m already anxious or annoyed. Today, they are managing to really tick me off. I don’t like “exposing” my family members, but they’re sometimes to the root of my problem.
Since I was away from my blog, I would just write all of my thoughts on my phone or in my notebook. I was just getting kind of tired of it, and I remember how easy it was to get my thoughts out there through blogging. I realized that my blog gave me something to look forward for, so I’m going to try to not abandon it again.
Anyways, here’s just a random list of things about my day.
As usual, I took and unreasonably long break from this blog. I came back because I have actually entered the worst state of my life so far. I look at my old posts and see how depressed I was about the smallest things. Those issues literally do not match up to what I’m experiencing now.
I realized that ever since I entered High School, I pretty much stopped talking to anyone in my old school, and haven’t talked to any of my old friends since. Usually this stuff wouldn’t bother me and I would just move on with my life. However, my memories of past friends keep coming back to me, and I’m starting to regret loosing some of my closet friends.
During the days I have been absent from my blog, I have been getting back into the groove of school, and going into my usual flow. So far, Continue reading