Never in my life has it been as complicated for me as it is right now.
Freshmen year has been great so far, but with the start of the 2011 CAPT (Connecticut Academic Performance Test) exams, everything has become really stressed.
My friend Chloe is threatening to kill herself because of her ex-boyfriend.
My girlfriends, Taylor and Liz, have both slept with my 'brother,' Anthony (who they are also dating, while he's dating them and Josh, who is technically dating Domonique; it's confusing, but simplified as an open relationship).
Chloe's ex, Austin, will flirt with every girl he sees...in front of Chloe; I kinda like him, but his girlfriend's younger sister is one of my best friends...
The guy I liked-who liked me-in 8th grade is now starting to flirt with me again.
Two boys from my 8th grade class somehow managed to become 9th graders, yet I know they were held back!
My younger 'sister' has had more serious relationships in two years than I have had in my entire life. Thanks Kris, I feel better about myself now.
I've never been afraid of people's opinions on my sexuality, considering that I'm proud to be an open bisexual teenage girl, but now that I'm dating two girls at once (again, open relationship) it seems that people don't have the right to know. Confusing, right?
A week after my stepdad told my mom he wanted a divorce, we moved across town. Unfortunately, we moved to a neighborhood that has no one my age; my closest friend is maybe a 10 minute drive away.
Although healthy, Mom and I don't necessarily have a complete diet, so we take prenatal pills to recieve all the vitamins and minerals we miss. My birth dad automatically assumed I was pregnant when I told him I was taking the pill, then went on to say that kids could ruin your life. Thanks Dad, love you too.
When he moves down to South Carolina, Dad expects me to choose between two colleges: UConn or USC. I've lived in [various parts of] Connecticut my entire life, so I was raised in UConn territory (my cousins also go there and they said it's the best thing they've ever done). If I go to USC, I have the 'option' of living with him and his girlfriend instead of on campus; seeing as he and I had a fall out some years back, the idea isn't one I would consider. Ever. He expects me to choose now.
I was put back into counseling because of my depression, which can improve and then become worse on a daily basis. My counselor, who just happens to be the same woman I went to for my anger management when I was, like, six, thinks I'm crazy.
I'm the only virgin out of most of my friends.
Almost everyone in my grade is either a whore or has been with at least one of the whores in the school. This includes guys.
There's already a pregnant girl at school; if there are more, I've only seen one.
Upon visiting Cape Cod in September, I came to the realization that I must be really ugly if gay guys are prettier than I am; I have nothing against homosexuality, but it's a little unfair when guys are prettier than you without wearing any makeup.
I was really good at math last year, so I expected to have an easy time this year. My Algebra class was basically teaching us how to use a calculator, so I switched into a more advanced class. I still have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.
And, on top of all that, my period still hasn't formed a regular, monthly cycle. Try balancing menstration side affects (irritability, mood sings, cramps that feel like your intestines are being ripped apart, etc.), stress, school, friends, personal problems, life, medications, and sleep at once. If you can do it, you're more than welcome to live my life!
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