Whelp, I dunno why I've randomly decided to write a blog no one is gonna read. I had a bad day, masked as a good day, or at least I really tried my best to not let the bad things that happened hurt me. But they did, and I cried, but I feel a little better. I think I'm just tired of school, tired of my family fighting, tired of my mother who never seems satisfied, and I just want to get to the point that I don't break down crying for little things, I don't want to feel so fragile. I think I'm lonely, I've handled being by myself well all my life, but now, I think I'm officially lonely. And I don't want a friend or a familymember to talk to, I guess I kind of wish I had someone there for me, relationship wise. But alas, I am in high school, where boys do not care about those sort of things and so my waiting to have a relationship with someone will have to continue. I'll make it through though, I'm more patient than I give myself credit for.

Sorry for those who read Bad kitty and have been waiting awhile, it's been a weird couple of months and im not sure of it was good or bad to be honest. But the next chapter has been about 90% done for awhile so Im working on getting myself to finish the tid bit left and get back onto my very valuable chapters aka :p

I have all these ideas in my head, but remembering them and focusing on them long enough to get them out is a difficult task for me. My head feels so empty, yet cluttered with random stories. I've always gotten away from the world through those stories in my head. Ever since I was little, call it extreme daydreaming, I don't know, but I remember enjoying car rides, sitting in church, laying in my bed more than anything because those where the moments I had no destractions and could just drift off into a story I liked much better than my real life. In fact I still do.