Oh hai there fellow blog followers! It seems like I haven't blogged in ages. Sure, it has been 16 long busy days...but I've gone longer than that without feeling weird about it. For some reason, it seems as though I haven't talked to you guys in too long. I miss TeenHelp!

Well, I guess the reason I haven't blogged is because nothing exciting has happened. I mean yeah Christmas, but there's not much to say there. Family, presents, turkey dinner...same 'ol. I guess I just wanted to make...

I guess no one had anything weird happen to them, haha.
I sprained my left wrist yesterday. It hurts a little but I should be ok in a couple of days. I just wanted to check in so...ttfn!

...I've been thinking about my dad today, mostly because I have to go to his house tomorrow. I'm really not looking forward to it. Why? Because he is always passed out drunk on the couch, and recently, he might have been taking pain medication from many different doctors to get high, although no one will tell me the truth because they think I can't handle it, even though I have known for almost 4 years that my dad is a jerk and that I should have nothing to do with him. I want to cut all ties with...

Someone finally posted answers to my questions! Thank you, Jenn x for your fabulous answers!

"1: What is your name? Jen!
2: Why do you read my blogs? Sometimes...
3: Dinosaurs or purple flying ninjas? Purple flying ninjas!
4: Pirates or ninjas? Ninjas of course

6: Favorite color? Blueeeee

8: Favorite random word? BAZZIN!"
Made my day.

Now that I have done what I promised I would do... I guess it's...

Well, nobody answered my questions so I can't really post anything here about that...
Lots of things have happened since I last posted. I had to miss school yesterday because my little sister who is 9 has tonsilitis, and no one else could stay with her. I didn't get to go to my Priori Incantatem (Harry Potter Club) party yesterday because of that, and I'm not going to lie, I got a little emotional over it (hormones). I actually went up to my room and cried the entire hour that I would've been...

because I get to steal my dads humongous work boots and go play in giant puddles.

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This weeks has been so hard.

My best Friend has had really bad urges to cut.

Another close friend reported being molested. The guy that molested her was the same guy that molested me in May. Surfacing bad memories to come back into my head. Anyway the girl he has molested this time has been having panic attacks and SHin.

My mum has been stressed and breaking down into tears everyday this week and not telling anyone why.

My dad has passed a...

...is not a good one, to say the least. I've had far more bad experiences with getting gas than good ones.

When I first got my drivers license, I didn't have to worry about filling up because I didn't drive much..and when I did drive, I drove my mom's car. I recently got my own vehicle, and therefore had the new responsibility of getting my own gas. I know...scary, right? The first few times I filled up, I had a friend or sibling in the car with me. (I claimed it was because I didn't...

pain..the vast ocean that i sail. lost at sea. sorrow. regret. all i have known all along. pain...my closest friend...death...my destination. is it that i just care too much? cuz its tearin me to pieces. abandonment the story of my life. hate is growing. misery. the seed that i reep...from the seed of love i sow. who knew caring was a bad thing? who knew it would be what killed me? love is all i want but hate and abandonment is what i get. so i cut my arms up watch them bleed. let the pain drain...

Some of you who have read my previous blogs might recall one titled "Dad, I know you love lemons, but I hope you'll accept my lime" in which I told the story of the making of my dads birthday cake. Well, this is a similar blog...except on the other side of the parental circle. Yes...meaning my mother dearest. And no…this cake-making experience wasn’t any easier.

First of all, let me make it perfectly clear that I was under the impression that my parents weren’t gonna...