This post was originally supposed to be about how much my few couple of days were kind of sucking, and how I thought the first couple of hours of my September 12th, 2019 was just that.
I really thought going into senior year would be fun and carefree, but I’m actually kind of feeling as I did when I first entered high school.
It’s my blog’s three-year anniversary!
Even though I don’t post as often as I should, this blog has served as my aid whenever I was in need. It was always behind me no matter what.
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.
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 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.