The writings from a 15 year old girl.
Brown hair . . . dyed.
Green eyes . . . blind.
Tough as nails exterior
With the personality of a sweetheart.
That's me.
No, I'm not here to write poems. I'm here to just say what I want because I can, because this is something that I can control, in a world where anything can be taken from you and destroyed. No, I'm not overemotional. I'm just sane enough for you to be listening. Thank goodness SOMEONE'S smart enough. :)
Soooo . . . what do I want to say?
I want to point out to some people, the world doesn't stop for you. And it never will. So please stop trying.
And to pissy, late bus drivers, stop telling kids off when it's your fault everyone's late.
To shitty friends, does it make you feel better?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around does it still make a sound?
This one I can answer:
No, because a sound is when waves of noise reach your ear,
and since no one's around, no sound is made.
So there.
Do you think caring for someone 50% of the time is worse than not caring for them at all?
To all the haters reading this, what makes you so angry at me?
DO I CONFUSE YOU?
Please, loud annoying girls in homeroom, shut up. For once, we're begging you.
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Today I am excited for my championship basketball game. Go TEAM! SHOTS!
I am angry at my friends often now because I see things in them that I didn't notice before, and some of these things I don't like. For instance, one of my close friends, I notice, always whispers things about me to my other friend, when I'm sitting right next to her. Paranoia or just observant?
My mother, sister, and I never get along. I can't perfectly put into words what they are feeling, but I would say my mom is frustrated about everything my sister and I do. There are some major issues that arise in my household over things like food, chores, etc. For instance, we aren't allowed to eat anything after we get home from school. However, upon arrival at home, we are hungry, so we eat things. And these things are usually things that are, for some reason, stored in my mom's mental calendar of future meals. Then she'll flip out, tell us to buy things back, and it'll start again.
My sister is just plain evil. She does things to get attention or just to see how you react. Today she storms into our room and shouts at me, accusing me of taking all of her clothes off her hangers and putting them on the floor. I DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING OF HERS THOUGH! She threw a fit. I think she has issues with paranoia. She always thinks someone is like, plotting against her or something.
My mom is also biased. I may feel this way because I can only see my side, but hear me out: when I do something wrong, there always seems to be a consequence. Now, mind you, I am the "better" child, if you will; I try not to do things wrong, I'm not a trouble maker, I have few problems with people and I get good grades. However, I am ALWAYS punished. My sister, well, she could do something twice as bad, and what happens? Nothing. An empty threat. My sister eats all of the ice cream, my mom says, "You're not getting any of the rest now!!!" And who is sitting there with a sundae made by mom five minutes later? Her. And another thing, my computer, how precious it is to me, is my SECOND. The first one was bought because of my 8th grade graduation. My sister threw a remote at it . . . and broke it. Now, I have this one, and for some reason, my mom must have thought I played a role in its ruin because now I am forced to let my sister use this one for when she needs it. The girl has never seemed to have so many projects in her life. So, my mom says, "If you let her use the computer, she'll be off before 7:30." Okay, I say, because I have no choice. 7:20 rolls around . . . she's on it. 7:30. . . "I HAVE ONE MORE SLIDE LEFT!!!" my sister screams. "Okay, you have 5 more minutes." says my mom. 7:35 . . . 7:36. Still on. 7:46. 7:46. I waited from 6:30 to 7:46 when I was supposed to have MY computer by 7:30 or EARLIER, and what does my mom say when I complain? "Shut up." That's what she says. I cooked dinner that night. I did my chores that week. And frankly, I kept my end of the deal when she didn't. But no, it's me that gets the trouble.
Is it because I point out to her everything that's wrong with what she does? Because these days, it's like she doesn't even care.
One day, I can't stand Alyssa . . .my sister. . .any longer, so I leave the house. It's snowing. None of my friends are home, but I can't take it anymore. I sit at the park in a foot of snow, getting snowed on. An hour and a half rolls around. I'm freezing. Mom's at work, she can't help. She calls me up. "Go inside." she says. "No. I can't." I say. She repeats herself. So do I. She suggests going to someone's house. Nope. Not home.
How does she eventually solve the problem? She forces me to go home, and tells me to log my sister on her computer to keep her occupied so she wouldn't bother me anymore. What happens when my mom gets home? I get chewed out because I made too big of a deal. WTF? And Alyssa gets nothing. Here's why I left:
I was watching TV, something I wanted to watch. Alyssa wanted something else. I hate Disney Channel, so obviously I'm not letting her watch what she wants. SHE THROWS A MAJOR FIT, yelling, cursing, throwing things like a little baby having a tantrum. She calls my mom. "Two hours to each of you" she says. I had over an hour of my time left. Alyssa continues. I finally give her the remote and go to my room, so angry that I'm crying.
She follows me in.
I tell her to leave.
She kicks open the door.
She watches me and laughs as I ask her why she can't just leave me alone if I gave her what she wanted?
She laughs some more.
I ask again.
She laughs.
I start hysterical crying, she's driving me mad. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!! JUST LEAVE ME BE!!!"
What does she do, you ask?
She tapes me. On her phone.
And laughs.
And then I leave.
And you know what she does after I leave?
She texts me, "please come back."
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
My life sucks, as you can see, and it only gets worse. This must be one entertaining blog because not only is it free ! but it's all the truth. And that's also the sad part.
