sammicyanide's blog

The trunk of the car slams closed, and my silent enraged friend continues his way into the drivers seat of the little white vehicle. "What’s wrong" I asked. Several times I received no answer. The more silence there was the more the tension continued to fester, finally it came out. Everything I thought I was ready to hear , echoed in the car, in the halls, in every class, in my head all day.

This was a simple heartless statement that a tiny girl just happened to say to me and my friend. Now I don’t feel bullied personally because I mean I could take that girl in a heartbeat however to someone who wasn’t in the mindset as I am, it would be.

Have you ever thought that you might suffer from actual depression? I know I have. I have taken dangerous turns in my life and thought that I was worthless. To tell the truth from time to time I still do. What I believe to be a shame is that at least four percent of preschoolers -- over a million -- are clinically depressed.

Ok so I know the town I live in is small. There are blue laws and that keeps you from doing most anything on Sundays and then there is the Wal-Mart contract. It rather makes me feel like there should be a bright light and chorus sound when I say that but back to what I was getting at.

sometimes i sit in my room and just think. think abut verything from why the stars organize in the way they do to why my parents at the way they do to who i am. sometimes i become overly emotional and depressed and think life sucks and why my life isnt like the lies of others. why aren't i aloud to stay out as late as my friends, why my parents are so strick, why there are so many rules...

I grew up in the north US most my life but recently moved to South Carolina. The area i moved in to is a little darker, and im white.

Gosh, life has been crazy lately. Everyone keeps saying how they have so much time to do everything, and ive come to realize i have really horrid time management anymore. Not only do i have bad time management skills but everyone has me so caught up in their life helping to fix it that i have no time to sort mine out. Im in eleventh grade this year and just got done moving.... again.