I dislike my life. I feel like if I said I “hate” my life, I’m being overdramatic. I know people have it way worse than me, and I respect that, unlike a lot of people. Half of this crap I’m about to complain about to complete strangers I have never told anyone, which is kind of why I love this. So, here it goes, the most bitc hin I’ve ever done in my life. See, my mom has been on drugs since I was tiny. I literally can remember in third grade knowing she was, unbelievable, but I knew what was up, I’m not/ wasn’t a dumba ss. Anyways, she got a DUI once, and she got a possession. But honestly, I was happy that she did. I didn’t/ don’t really like her. I’ll love her, she’s my mom, but I do not like her. Fight about everything, and on and on and on. All she wants in life is money, and I’m pretty sure the only reason she didn’t sell me for drugs is because I was a tax exempt. But anyways, my dad made me move in with him, which I liked because I absolutely love my dad. We never fight, we get along, and I love him so much. We’ll get back to this later. Unrelated note, I don’t think I’m the prettiest thing ever, but I’m not completely disgusting. I hang out with all the popular and beautiful people though. They like me because I’m funny if I do say so myself. But anyways, I have this friend, not a best best friend, not that awkward friend you semi know and only pretend to be excited to see when you notice them at the check out line in walmart. Her name is… let’s call her Gina. Well Gina has had this boyfriend, a senior (Gina and I are sophomores), named… Hunter. He’s one of the most hilarious people I’ve met, hot, tall, and nice. Gina and Hunter started dating in December. I hung out with them a few days before, doing nothing, and had a good time, had no intentions to what was to come. He and I went through these periods of time where we would text, strictly as friends, nothing flirty at all. The last “period” we had, we were flirting like crazy. I don’t know why we did. Biggest regret. I’ve never done anything like this. He admitted he liked me after a few weeks of texting, all whilst still in love with Gina, my friend (Side-note: Gina is the most perfect girl in my grade. #1 in our class in academics(Other side-note: I am #8 :) ), gorgeous, hilarious, and cute. Pretty much all the aspects you would want for a girlfriend.) I admitted I liked him, we hung out a few times in town with everyone, everyone completely underwraps about what was going on. It was exciting. All we did was kiss, once. Anyways, back to my dad. He told me he had cancer. It broke me. I was so upset about it. My dad’s my hero, it broke me. The only person I could turn to to seem who would help was Hunter. I told him when it happened, and that same mother fuckin week, Hunter ends things with me. Well, what a great week. I think about him all the freaking time. I liked him so much, I had never liked a boy like him. It’s crazy. Well, wala. That’s my story.

I don’t even care if anyone comments on this. I sure know I wouldn’t read all this shi t if it was me. Gracias.

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