Stupid bitching
My family and I went to my grandpa's today. We celebrated my aunt's birthday, my dad's, and mine. Mine isn't until the 9th of July, and my dad's the 11th, so it was a bit early. One of my aunt's got me a book on animal whispering. Not sure why. Also a notebook and two cat pencils. Yes, I am still 10 in her eyes. My grandpa gave me money and my other aunt gave me a book on Wales. I looked up the town I will be close to, Monmouth. The population is 12,000. I think my city is small, and there is well over 100,000 people, about 3-4,000 at my local high school. I can deal with this. It makes it worse though that my friend Lucy will be in the middle of England, in a populated area. I didn't care where in England I would live, I just would have liked a non rural area. So I wouldn't really know what it would be like in a better area, but Lucy will be in that area, telling me what it's like. It will be nice to be away from home. I just hate how nothing is ever...enough for me. I'm always unhappy for some reason, it's terrible. I want to cry, and I have in fact, that I will be in some country area. I don't know how I will stand it. And my parents had to spend money to send me to this farm town. Pretty rural areas would be great if I were 30 years older, but I'm not. I really hope when I get there it is better than what I'm expecting. I don't know what I will do if I hate it there. I can't come home. Sorry for my complaining.