... the one my heart and soul confided in, the one I felt the safest with...
...the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again, let the light back in, I Miss My Friend...
Well 27 days until my 16th Birthday. 16... Wow. It doesn't seem like that long ago that... I met this person who's been on my mind alot lately. 4 years. I was talking to Rebecca today, and I also got smacked when I said I missed him. And I do. I went from talking to him every night, to being SO happy to come home because I could talk to him, to not speaking to him, even on the computer. I miss him. SO much more then anyone understands. It's like.. delayed withdrawl.
So I'm guessing I owe everyone a HUGE update. Well, nothings really been that great. Me and My Mom - fighting. Me and My Dad - Fighting. Nancy - Fighting. Becca - SO DAMN CLOSE TO BUSTING HER FACE OPEN (ugh...) Sara - Fighting. David - Fighting. Grandma - Fighting. I think that covers everyone.
Umm.. oh yea, and this whole deal with crying almost everyday, it's getting insanly old. My Great Grandma is pissed at me, and thinks I should be put on suicide watch. I wrote her a letter, like she asked me to do, and I was just like.. writing. Like I normally would. And she called me and bitched me out about not trying to die because I was this great person and the world be "deeply affected" if I died. So confused. But whatever. So I ended up crying about that, and so much other BS.
Friday night I got to talk to someone I havn't in a long time, and I really wish I could've hung out with him! Charlie - I'm sorry I couldn't go to Rocky. We had a mishap before we could ask.
Ok... So Thursday morning, I tripped over one of Mark's lil toy things and sprained my knee. Crutches are NOT fun by the way. I went to the Emergency Room and was out of there in RECORD time. So glad I didn't have a male doctor during those X Ray's because they put you in this gown (when you hurt ur legs) and they yank that thing up like you don't need any privacy. So yea... that wasn't very fun.
Friday - Lynyrd Skynyrd Concert! WOOO! HAPPINESS - Until we got there. Becca and I had lawn seats, along with my Dad, Nancy, Beverly, Ron, Ron's Wife, Sydna, Angie, Kay Kay, and Margrett. Daddy and Nancy get there an HOUR after the concert actually starts. When they get there, Daddy throws his little fit like always, and Nancy just proves to be an all out hoe. Beverly's in this pissy mood, as am I because I'm on CRUTCHES, I'm soaked (it rained like a BITCH), and I'd just prefer to be anywhere but there... after Skynyrd's over, of course. I got hit on by Ron, I got flashed 3 or 4 times by the guys that kept trying to piss in the bushes behind us, and people kept like... tripping over my foot. I've never seen so many drunk, rednecks in my LIFE. All these damn people kept commenting on my hair, which is blue now. At the end of the concert, Sara finds us and is freaking out because Rhett is having an... episode. I guess that's what you call it. So we go sit in the Emergency Room at Wake Medical Center until 5 am. AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN CALL HIM BACK! We got there at 11 o' clock. That left me a little unsettled. I spent the night with Rebecca, and with being injured it was the WORST mistake I could've made. Becca layed on my knee twice! Rachel (Rachel crawled into bed with Dale and I) beat the HELL out of my knee last night. It hurts worse now then it did when it happened.
And in this last week I've been lectured 6 or 7 times about getting my tounge peirced. Sara thinks I care that she'll be "disappointed" in me. And her ARGUMENT for me not doing it, besides that, is I won't be allowed to be around Rebecca because I could negatively influence her, and that I'm such a "beautiful girl" and it would make me look like a hoe. I know I'm not a hoe. That's all that matters. And besides that, why do people think that if I get my tounge peirced it's going to change who I am, or it's going to mean something. I'll still be the SAME damn person I was before I walked into the tattoo parlor. But there are other options to this as well.. if my mom signs for it, I can get a tattoo! :) Make my day. I'd get Tinkerbell tattooed on my right shoulder. A gaurdian Tinkerbell! :)
But I think the thing that's bothering me, now more then anything, is I have this nagging feeling that something terrible is going to, or is happening, and I get this feeling when I think about this one person, and I can't get in touch with him to find out if he's ok, because his Mom told he's not living with her anymore. This is frusterating. I guess I'll just have to leave this one up to God.
Well 27 days until my 16th Birthday. 16... Wow. It doesn't seem like that long ago that... I met this person who's been on my mind alot lately. 4 years. I was talking to Rebecca today, and I also got smacked when I said I missed him. And I do. I went from talking to him every night, to being SO happy to come home because I could talk to him, to not speaking to him, even on the computer. I miss him. SO much more then anyone understands. It's like.. delayed withdrawl.
So I'm guessing I owe everyone a HUGE update. Well, nothings really been that great. Me and My Mom - fighting. Me and My Dad - Fighting. Nancy - Fighting. Becca - SO DAMN CLOSE TO BUSTING HER FACE OPEN (ugh...) Sara - Fighting. David - Fighting. Grandma - Fighting. I think that covers everyone.
Umm.. oh yea, and this whole deal with crying almost everyday, it's getting insanly old. My Great Grandma is pissed at me, and thinks I should be put on suicide watch. I wrote her a letter, like she asked me to do, and I was just like.. writing. Like I normally would. And she called me and bitched me out about not trying to die because I was this great person and the world be "deeply affected" if I died. So confused. But whatever. So I ended up crying about that, and so much other BS.
Friday night I got to talk to someone I havn't in a long time, and I really wish I could've hung out with him! Charlie - I'm sorry I couldn't go to Rocky. We had a mishap before we could ask.
Ok... So Thursday morning, I tripped over one of Mark's lil toy things and sprained my knee. Crutches are NOT fun by the way. I went to the Emergency Room and was out of there in RECORD time. So glad I didn't have a male doctor during those X Ray's because they put you in this gown (when you hurt ur legs) and they yank that thing up like you don't need any privacy. So yea... that wasn't very fun.
Friday - Lynyrd Skynyrd Concert! WOOO! HAPPINESS - Until we got there. Becca and I had lawn seats, along with my Dad, Nancy, Beverly, Ron, Ron's Wife, Sydna, Angie, Kay Kay, and Margrett. Daddy and Nancy get there an HOUR after the concert actually starts. When they get there, Daddy throws his little fit like always, and Nancy just proves to be an all out hoe. Beverly's in this pissy mood, as am I because I'm on CRUTCHES, I'm soaked (it rained like a BITCH), and I'd just prefer to be anywhere but there... after Skynyrd's over, of course. I got hit on by Ron, I got flashed 3 or 4 times by the guys that kept trying to piss in the bushes behind us, and people kept like... tripping over my foot. I've never seen so many drunk, rednecks in my LIFE. All these damn people kept commenting on my hair, which is blue now. At the end of the concert, Sara finds us and is freaking out because Rhett is having an... episode. I guess that's what you call it. So we go sit in the Emergency Room at Wake Medical Center until 5 am. AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN CALL HIM BACK! We got there at 11 o' clock. That left me a little unsettled. I spent the night with Rebecca, and with being injured it was the WORST mistake I could've made. Becca layed on my knee twice! Rachel (Rachel crawled into bed with Dale and I) beat the HELL out of my knee last night. It hurts worse now then it did when it happened.
And in this last week I've been lectured 6 or 7 times about getting my tounge peirced. Sara thinks I care that she'll be "disappointed" in me. And her ARGUMENT for me not doing it, besides that, is I won't be allowed to be around Rebecca because I could negatively influence her, and that I'm such a "beautiful girl" and it would make me look like a hoe. I know I'm not a hoe. That's all that matters. And besides that, why do people think that if I get my tounge peirced it's going to change who I am, or it's going to mean something. I'll still be the SAME damn person I was before I walked into the tattoo parlor. But there are other options to this as well.. if my mom signs for it, I can get a tattoo! :) Make my day. I'd get Tinkerbell tattooed on my right shoulder. A gaurdian Tinkerbell! :)
But I think the thing that's bothering me, now more then anything, is I have this nagging feeling that something terrible is going to, or is happening, and I get this feeling when I think about this one person, and I can't get in touch with him to find out if he's ok, because his Mom told he's not living with her anymore. This is frusterating. I guess I'll just have to leave this one up to God.