Even though this thing is pretty much extinct. I think I might actually start writing in this. Just every now and than because who knows maybe someday I'll read this thing and it'll remind me that being a teenage sucks. So here's to romance, tears, and luck.
No matter how crazy, ridiculous, and unreasonable my mom is I still love her. I don't love her for being my mom because I give that credit to my dad, but I do give her credit for being there without being there. Or at least when I really need her she is.
So it's summer, summer 06'. And who knew things could be so different from just one year ago. A new love, a new place, a new school (unfortunatly), a new start. So yeah maybe I did start Highschool off with a bump and maybe it has been tough. But I'm praying things go better.
I hope that someday I can look at this and see all the crazy events and think it was all worth it to be where I end up.
This may seem amazing but I think I'm starting to miss my mom. I think I miss alot of things I missed out on. On other hand I have grown a deeper hatred possible to my sister. I wish she would just be happy for me and not always try and make me miserable. She really doesn't know how hard I have it.
I'm not complaining though it could be worse. I don't want to jinx anything right now. I'm not in the mood for any more trama. I miss my dad being my dad. I miss school not mattering that much, I miss thinking I was all grown up. And now I guess I am. The only room left to grow is physicaly.
I am a thirty year old woman at heart. It sucks. A hopeless romantic, and someone that seems to find a plan for everything, but I learned not all the time. I have finally been faced with something that I had no clue what to do. It sucked big time. I'm glad it's all over I'm glad I'm just enjoying the ride right now. I don't feel like worrying what will happen next.
So I haven't wrote one event that has occured. Just how I feel about all the events that have occured. It feels good to know I'm the only one that understands the true depth of this. | 
