Um... Hi!
Hello, one and all, the few that will ever read this.....
So, I have never kept a... public journal. Hopefully I don't get too boring....
Well, might as well introduce myself. I'm the Risk Pig. A name so delightfully heavy metal, whilst I am the farthest thing from being heavy metal, hahaha. I do like the rock, though. As I'm typing this, I'm listening to Nonpoint's cover to In the Air Tonight.
I have a YouTube channel. It was originally made to keep my friends updated with my goings on. You see, I originated from this teeny place called Dallas. And no, not the major Texas city, haha. No, it's this small city in Paulding County, Georgia. I had lived there for a few years. It's a sweet, very Southern community. All my near and dear friends still live there. I had to leave them behind to give my life a fresh start in the Windy City. Chicago.
The decision to move was very sudden.
It pretty much started with my parents.
I was already on uneven ground with them, as most of my friends already knew. After I graduated high school it seemed to get worse, since I was at home all the time. I'm not angry at my parents or anything, but we're too different. My parents have expectations of me that I just cannot meet, because all were just not who I am. Plain and simple.
What was happening on the side, was that I was getting tired of Paulding County. My life had gotten so monotonous at that point. Every day was exactly the same, I wasn't growing up, emotionally or mentally. I didn't go to college because, frankly, I don't want to. I'm not an academic person. I'm an intellectual sure, but I don't want to be a student ever again. I hate it, and it's not for me. Paulding County couldn't really offer me anything, and I needed something to shake up my life. Badly. My boyfriend and I were broken up, I had moved out of my parents' house only to move back in because it just wasn't working out. I had basically gone numb and just went with the flow.
And then, at the beginning of October, my grandfather died.
I went to Chicago, for the funeral. I was actually in the room the night he died. It was horrible. He had liver cancer, and was expected to go that month. I received a phone call, saying it was happening sooner than expected, and we wanted as much family as possible to be there for him, to make his passing easier. He's unrelated to my parents, that's why they didn't come with me. It's a really long story, and not worth telling.
He died the very night I arrived. I got there just in time, because he died only an hour after I walked in the door. Having taken the week off, I stayed in Chicago for a few days before I went back to Dallas. So, for that whole week, I took a mental rest, while dealing with my grief at losing my grandfather.
I came back to Georgia, and was made extremely aware at how my life became so... boring.
Meanwhile, fights with my parents were increasing. And then, plain and simple, they kicked me out. They didn't want me living with them anymore. It started out with them being sick of me, and wanting me out of their sight. I actually went to my friend Sissy's house that night. Next day, Mom and Dad ask me to come back so we can talk.
They noticed how I had become so tired of... everything. Tired of living the life I had. I barely smiled anymore. And even though my parents were disappointed in me in a lot of ways, they still love me and were very concerned. So they suggested Chicago.
And now, I live here, and I couldn't be happier. I LOVE this city, it's so diverting! Something to do everyday! It's even affected my health for the better! I don't plan to go back to Georgia for a very long time.
So, yeah, I guess that's all I can say for this entry. Hope I didn't frighten you away, :).