Writing with a Purpose: Summer Edition

2. 5/25/15

Another day, Another dollar. Literally my mom gave me a 20 and I'm still waiting for Lumberjack Dad to cough up the 20 he owes me for this week. I'm still pleased though.

Today was a pretty good day. Way better than the emotional torment I battled with yesterday. Me and my family went to the fair, somewhere around the city. During fairs, its always really awkward walking by those game booths. The people call at you like savages. "Come on! $5.00 for 3 balls! Come on down!" I would hate to work out in the heat, begging people to play a stupid game that will ultimately rob them of their money. I've never been a fan of too much heat anyway.

Continuing on with my day. Aside from me getting money which is always a good thing, my best friend is also sleeping over. Now let me tell you about her. Her name is Betsy. She is literally one of the greatest things about my life, I don't know if she knows that I feel like that. Once in a blue moon, I'll text her a paragraph saying how I love her and I'm grateful to have her as my friend. I've known Betsy since 2nd grade. She was the second person I knew when I moved from New York to Georgia. We met on the bus. Good times. We've been friends ever since, we've even become god-sisters. Sweet right? I know. I love her, even though she annoys the shit of out me, but I guess that's what happens when you love someone.

I haven't seen her in a long time. Mostly cause we don't live close like we used to and she works alot (yeah she's one of the friends that has a job, unlike me). It's 8:32 and she still hasn't arrived. She always comes over so late. Leaving me bored for hours. I just can't wait for her to get here!

Also, today I got very good news. My father is going to buy us a new, big house once we finish paying off our house that we live in currently, which will be in a couple of months. Right now we live in a townhouse, which I hate, but a home is a home and some people don't have a home. Before we moved to our current home, we lived in a nice house. It was big and pretty, and my room was huge. Literally. At one point in time, my aunt came to live with us cause she had just moved down to Georgia and she was saving money for a home while living with us. We managed to fit a queen-sized bed (my bed), a bunk bed, and another twin sized bed in my room alone and still had a whole area to run and play in the center of the room. My room was huge. I loved my home. Once we moved here, my life seemed to fall apart, in a lot of different areas. First of all, I had no friends and even now I don't have much friends in this area. I went from living 11 houses down from my best friend to complete, utter, loneliness. It was heartbreaking. Also, I was always stuck home and my dog became sick, he later died. My parents relationship also has had a rocky path since moving here, I won't talk to heavily on that just cause that's not really any of your business. I will tell you though of a time I knew it had got bad.
Me and Lumberjack Dad aren't really close. Mostly cause we bump heads a lot because he's just so rude and doesn't know how to communicate. I can't talk to him like I can with my mom. One morning before my dad went to work, he woke me up to watch the kids and as he was standing there in the kitchen, he grabbed me and hugged me close. This was a different hug. This was a hurting hug. He hugged me so tight and told me he loved me and he cried. This cold-hearted, rude, filthy-mouthed man cried as he held me. I knew he was hurting and I cried to. Even though I wasn't sad. I cried. We cried. Finally he pulled away, wiped his face, told me he loved me again and got ready to leave. That's when things were really bad. Now don't assume it's because my mom's a bitch and did something wrong to him cause it's nothing like that I promise but that's the last I'll speak on that subject.

Anyway, moving here also upset me. I was so upset that we went from having such a beautiful, big house to a pathetic, tightly-squeezed townhouse. I hated living so closely to others. So closely to my family. I swear there's like no places to get away. It's so small and I missed my big room and all that space. I missed having a big lawn and a big backyard so my dogs can play and run and be happy, you know? I was ashamed to call my home my home simply because I know my family deserved better than this. I had to get accustomed to it.

Hearing I'll be having a new home soon is honestly great news. But that's all for today, I feel like I've written too much.