I'm getting old!!!
I've never really had any teenage angst before. And now I'm up to my ass in the stuff. I just keep having realisations about my life and the things that have happened in my life.
I'm going to be 18 next month...How old is that?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! My Neice isn't helping with all her insessive questioning about how old I'll be at different stages in her life.
And, whether through being sad, bored, and somewhat of a geek I actually calculated the amount of days I've seen my Father. It only equalled 6 years in total. 6 years in 18 I have seen my Father. Made me cry last night for some odd reason, probably started when I asked my little Brother Matthew how old he was. It seems petty to envy a 9yr old, but then again he's seen and known my Father properly for three more years than myself.
In terms of the people I know and care for I can probably count them on one hand. As far as parenting goes my Sister Emily and her husband Nik have been more like parents to me than my own, and that it is a shitty thing to happen. Realisations of being an only child are also there nagging at my thoughts in the back of my mind. I know a few people who I know closely and I can be comfortable in talking with them intimately when I'm vulnerable or in need of help. Dianna has been one of my saving graces in the latter parts of my teenage days and I couldn't really ask for more. My lil adopted sister Toni is another, mianly because she calls me her Big Bro which I like as she is younger than me and we have some good talks on issues. Then their is the one I guard, Shauna. She has been such a friend to me that it's hard to even comprehend. SHe's become the one for me that lets me know I am never alone.
I'm going to be 18 next month...How old is that?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! My Neice isn't helping with all her insessive questioning about how old I'll be at different stages in her life.
And, whether through being sad, bored, and somewhat of a geek I actually calculated the amount of days I've seen my Father. It only equalled 6 years in total. 6 years in 18 I have seen my Father. Made me cry last night for some odd reason, probably started when I asked my little Brother Matthew how old he was. It seems petty to envy a 9yr old, but then again he's seen and known my Father properly for three more years than myself.
In terms of the people I know and care for I can probably count them on one hand. As far as parenting goes my Sister Emily and her husband Nik have been more like parents to me than my own, and that it is a shitty thing to happen. Realisations of being an only child are also there nagging at my thoughts in the back of my mind. I know a few people who I know closely and I can be comfortable in talking with them intimately when I'm vulnerable or in need of help. Dianna has been one of my saving graces in the latter parts of my teenage days and I couldn't really ask for more. My lil adopted sister Toni is another, mianly because she calls me her Big Bro which I like as she is younger than me and we have some good talks on issues. Then their is the one I guard, Shauna. She has been such a friend to me that it's hard to even comprehend. SHe's become the one for me that lets me know I am never alone.