Who is? (I know I'm not perfect)

Prologue

All my life people have seen me like I was some kind of disappointment. I always had goals being thrown in my face, not to disappoint my parents and make them proud by not being a failure. Make them happy, they're old and won't be here long... Appreciate their love and what they gave up for you... Watch how much money you spend they can't finance you forever... Have good grades, you need to get into a college for free... Comb your hair, don't embarrass your mother... Growing up with two older brothers was a part of the problem in making mom and dad proud because they made quite a few mistakes growing up, leaving it up to me to make up for it, also add that father dearest is an unappreciative drunk that wanted me aborted (which doesn't help out exactly) and was making my happy childhood mission impossible, then again a bipolar mother in her menopause didn't help out much either... And the fact that i always thought that I was adopted because of my light hair and and eyes opposed to the looks of my whole family with their natural dark heir and chocolate brown eyes... Unfortunately for me tho, I really am one of them. Oh yea, to clear up the older brothers thing... When I say 2 older brothers I don't mean older by a year or a couple, I'm saying my oldest brother could have easily been my father, a teen dad but still a dad. These two were a pain in the butt, and honestly still are... Their lives dedicated to the moto 'no one has a right to tease our baby sister but us', and they used that privilege quite a lot. However that doesn't change the fact that I love them to death and back. It might have been horrible back then, looking back tho, I didn't have any right to complain. Lately there is nothing I'd like more than them moving back home. Dealing with my parents on my own is too much. Okay, enough about my family, I don't like talking about them... Moving on?

Okay, so, I'm only sixteen but I've being looking for Mr. Right that is able to make me happy since I was in diapers. I was always the one to fall head over heels after just a glance. The way boys looked didn't even matter... I just wanted to be by someone's side, and not alone in the corner like I usually was, having no friends and all... I was always said to be too mature for my age, I blame it on the all the old people that I was always surrounded with. I preferred boys as friends rather than girls. My unexpectedly trusting nature is at fault there I guess... And the fact that the girls always plotted against me in elementary. Well, I used to be trusting anyway... I'm not like that anymore... I don't chase boys anymore, either. A lot has changed in past two years. I changed. Some things in life simply make you different even if you don't want them to. But I have a feeling that the changes are not done yet, you know that feeling, the nervous knot in your belly that makes you wanna curse out loud and cry in fear of the future... Yep, that's the one...