Hey guys! I know I said I was closing this down but hey, why not write some more here. Let me tell you all the junk going on or that has gone on in my life. First thing is first, I have a boyfriend. He's sweet and kind. Megan, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. And that's the second thing, Megan. We got in a nasty argument but I miss being her friend. She was so nice to me, she helped me when I felt like giving up and trust me, that came so much. I felt like giving up A LOT. She's just been the best but I've been the worse. I deserve her hatred towards me.
The third thing, friends. I have friend issues still. It's a little different then last year though. Did I tell ya'll about the rumor? Cindy spread this rumor that I only care about Alyssa, my best friend, and no other sixth/now seventh grader. Most of my "friends" believed that trash. I lost most of my friends and yeah. Then another Elizabeth fight occurred. I had Megan to cheer me up though, now I don't...
I also got some new friends! My best friend out of all of them is using me though so that's another issue. Stupid Kayla! I'm still her friend though, even if it's all fake.
I also made friends with a new Elizabeth. This was is the opposite of the old one. But the bad thing about this one is that she cuts and thinks suicidal. Not good... She also might be moving so I cried a lot the day before Winter break.
Family. Family has been AWFUL! My dad was yelling at me for making simple mistakes, my sister is being my sister, and yeah. Not much to note on my stepmother....
What else? Um.... I think that's it.
Megan, I'm sorry.
People reading this. I'm sorry.
I'm just go in a corner and cry. Lord forgive me. I'll tell you guys my new account! ReformedForBetter8!
Go follow me there! Thanks to all of you. I might produce content here or maybe not. I dunno
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The Life of Rarity78
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