Well I’ve been one of the guys for almost my whole life. All I know is that it really sucks. Every one of my guy friends and even the guys in my family think of me as a cousin or they're really good sister. Maybe I do act a little like a dude. There was one guy who thought of me as more but we're not together anymore and since then I've clenched the sister spot. Read More »
friendships
This is why I hate people
I hate the human race, sorry to say it guys but I do. People are stupid, we can't help it but we do so many stupid things. And days like today just reaffirm why I hate people. How can an individual hurt someone else, take their life or their family? Read More »
getting along
so why is that when you dont spend a lot of time with your friends you get along fine but then when you start spending too much time the only thing that you can do is fight? I have always wondered about this. People even say that if you go to college with a friend you should not room with them cause you wont be able to stand them. Why is that? Read More »

Small Town Blues
Sometimes, I hate living in such a small town. It sucks when you have to drive at least 45 minutes just to go to the mall or do anykind of shopping. When you have to drive 30 miles to buy groceries, life gets a little boring. Driving 10 miles to school one way, every moring, its not exactly the funnest way to start a day out. Read More »

The Older We Get...Great Song BTW
The older I get, the harder it is for me to make friends. Sure, I have friends but I'm not as close to any of them as I was to friend I had, say, three years ago. As I grow, I find myself drawing into myself more and more and becoming less and less open with the people around me. Read More »

Friendships???
I came to a realization the other day. 5 is a very unlucky number for me. You want to know why? It took 5.5 years for me to lose two of my best friends.
(I don't mean to be laying this on anyone but I just thought some of you should know that friendships are very hard) Read More »

A Place in the World
Long ago I had realized that I was an outcast of my grade. I never really fit in, and no one really saw me. I was teased, pointed at, ridiculed, and laughed at. I knew I was going to always be the odd one of my grade, but it wasn't until 8th grade I realized how harsh it would be. Even then, I tried to hold on to the hope that I would find my place. Read More »



