Meh. I wouldn't say my life is too bad, but the way my mind works I like to make a big deal out of things.
That or I'm angsty. I think it's that one.
Hm, where to begin...
Let's start with the divorce, shall we? My mind has an absolutely lovely time just resurrecting old memories from when I was a child--but the fun part is, they're all fights between my mom and dad. One particular one I remember was a very heated argument; I don't remember what, but I do remember thinking, "They are fighting but they love each other, and they'd never get a divorce!"
I was a naïve child. They got a divorce about a month later. Funny thing is, I remember the day and the exact place I was sitting--Florida room (our nickname for sunroom), I was in the middle seat with my brother to the left and my sister to the right (both older). It was a Tuesday, in May/June.
Funny how the mind remembers things like this, huh?
I've had four cats throughout my lifetime: two ran away, and one was hit by a car when I was like five. I was in the car. Slightly traumatic for a five year old to occupy the vehicle that killed his cat, dontcha think?
And I've lost two grandmothers, both on my mother's side. I feel bad for my grandfather. He married a woman who died of leukemia. He married another woman who fell down the stairs, fell into a coma, and died.
But he is doing very well with handling it.
Flash forward. Sixth grade was I think the final straw in this department. Lemme explain.
My friend Dorothy was amazing. TBH, I loved her, she was like a sister to me. My best friend. Then she became what my school classified as 'popular' (also see: loving handicapped). I had known her for six years, and those idiots turned her into a junkie (no joke, she did drugs) because, oh I dono, they thought she was pretty?
Now I have no respect for her and refuse to talk to her (not that she's ever tried).
More flash forward. My dad has a girlfriend, who has a daughter, and all three are super-nice and awesome. Well, lucky me, more fighting. Not as often as my parents, and I could tell that they were happy together, but still not pleasant. But that isn't the point; my dad's girlfriend's father got a disease, so they got to go move to Peru! Lucky them, because her daughter (and my good friend) was just starting to make friends with some of the people here. They moved about three weeks ago. And I was looking forward to getting to go to high school with her :C
Also, my mind. I'm all angsty because I'm twelve, and I'm kinda claustrophobic, afraid of the dark (well, to be honest I love the dark; it's more like... paranoia? I dono. I just like to know that if there is anybody or anything else in the room with me they can't see any better than me) and claim to be (although I'm not positive I am) obsessive-compulsive.
So there. There are some of the low points. No, I'm not beaten or abused. No, I don't have a junkie sister or cut myself (my cat likes to though; two lovely cuts now cross my wrist. But I love her anyways). I guess I just have yet to realize that the world isn't all peaches and cream people make it to be, and that the good guys don't always win.
