The Quiet One

Part 1: Hello, Luna

No one can remember their birth. We only know what we are told by our parents. My mother told me, I was born around 2:00 pm, Eastern Time. The same hospital as her other daughters, my older sisters. It sounded like a long and rough night for her. Me, being born into this world, knowing nothing. I wonder what I first looked at, what my first expression was. I wonder if I cried, or if I just kept quiet. I wish I remembered what the room was like. If it was chaotic or not. Of course, I didn't know what would come in the future. Only what was in front of me. I didn't know anything at all. I only could look with my eyes. My name is Luna. I'm in High School. The part of your life where you discover who you are, supposedly. Well, all I've discovered is how much I hate myself. Questioning my life every time I doubt something. Constantly doubting myself every day. What do I do about that? How boys are pieces of shit. At least the ones that I've dated. Tell me, why do you go off and push someone into a relationship just to pretend you give a fuck about them but then that fuck just disappears? Why do they go off and just start drama after THEY break up with YOU? That doesn't sound right to me, but maybe it does to them. At this point, I'm ranting about my life. Back to the point. High School is stressful. It's not even the 2nd Quarter and I'm already stressing myself out about grades and about people who don't know me. I have friends but are they my friends? I don't even know. The friends that I know for sure I can trust go to different schools as me. So I feel alone even when I'm not alone.  My parents don't know what they want to do with themselves, stay together or break up? They can't choose. This house is toxic. I don't know what my life is. What to call it? There's so much that I could talk about, write about. But what would that be? Stay tuned.