Story of my life.

The things I go through in my life people don't really expect. I may have a smile on my face, but that doesn't mean I'm happy. A normal day at school with people always starting drama around me then people complaining about doing work or homework. It's the normal. I would usually have practice after school but the season is over so now I just ride the bus home. When I get home, I lay down, text my mom that I'm home. I may fall asleep I may start doing chores. That's just the normal for me. Around all the other stuff is when reality kicks in. My family problems, people not getting along. There is more drama at home for me than at school. Not having enough money for bills, for food. My grandpa was my best friend and I lost him. I was devastated. My parents are divorced and all they ever argue about is chil support money. I have two brothers in the marines who are just hard heads and stubborn. They don't care to cuss at you or hurt your feelings. The only real person I can talk to is my best friend. I talk to Jesus too. Sometimes I pray on what to do to help. When I get to school, some people judge me, think I'm weird just because I'm different. I'm just me. I'm not gonna try and fit in and be someone I'm not. People think I've got it good but they really have no idea what bad things go on in my life. Most of my family is two-faced and talk behind your back then deny it to your face. I remember when my mom was married to this guy and his son ate us out of a home. I had to starve myslef and eat junk food because there was literally nothing to eat. Our house was always a mess and I was always the one to clean up after people. I'm glad she's not with him now though. My family likes to dis-own me as a relative just because of a different colored boyfriend or 'cause the people I hang out with. It's not like that at all.. I wish people would get to know me as the real me before they start judging how my life is. When my friends come over and see how it is at home, the next day they tell me they are so sorry for what I have to go through. I can't let them feel sorry for me. I don't feel sorry for myself, I just have to live one day at a time. I have to see where God takes me in this life. When I was little, I had a mullet and kids always made fun of me because I was ugly or because I hung out with more guys 'cause I was a tom boy. I loved boy sports. I wasn't into cheerleading and all that hippy-girly stuff. I had a clef palet when I was born. Kids would make fun of my lip and call me a freak. My life wasn't all good and dandy when I was growing up. I just try to make the best out of it. When I was a little girl my grandma bought me this blanket with zoo animals on it. I would sleep with it every night. To this day I still sleep with it. I can't go to sleep without it. It's literally apart of me. I don't care how childish people think I am. I'm gonna have it till the day I die. I pray that before people judge me, get to know me. I'm sure it'll blow your mind. I feel like I just vented to the world about my life. There is a whole lot more to my life but this is just a gist of the little things for now.