My life

Catching up.

Honestly, I have no words. life has been like one of those hurricanes that last 7 days and I'm stuck in the eye of it.

To start off, I'm homeschooled now. I like it but it's also very depressing and lonely sometimes. not to mention, I haven't seen any of my "real friends" since last year. That leaves me with my sister's friends that come over and for a while, I actually hung out with them, but I'll get to that later. I love the part to homeschool where you can stay up until 2 and get up at 12 sort of thing (not to mention endless hours of youtube watching), but I hate not really having a physical teacher. It makes learning tough because you're on your own in a way. the good news: I applied to Rejoice Christian school for next year and they have a brand new school! So yeah, that's how school has been going and why no one ever sees me anymore.

Like I said before, Maddy's friends come over... a lot. Since I never saw any of my friends they were the only outlet for company. So of course, I hung out with them. Now that I think about it, it was almost to the point where I got obsessed. I would text her friends, face time them, and even make photo albums of them. I was a creep! I don't even know what the heck I was thinking! since I'm telling this story in order, I'll come back to this later.

Most of this crap began around September when I started playing softball. Yes, softball. I never in a million years would have seen me playing softball, but it happened and I loved it! It was great. anyway, that was around the time when one of my sister's friends broke her arm. At first, I thought it was pretty cool and I immediately started thinking of the cool things I could draw on it. That was until she started to ALWAYS talk about it! It was so annoying! She would always say how "bad" it was and how when I broke my arm in 3rd grade it wasn't near as bad as her arm, but then again she is just a little, sassy 5th grader that I should have anticipated her saying that.

A couple months later, basketball started and of course I wanted to quit like I do every year. I'm so out of shape that when I start and it feels like I'm going to die. Man am I sure glad I didn't quit! This has been one of my only times to get out of the house to hang out with kids my own age. I love it now. Where am I going with this? Oh yeah! That is when things started to get crazy busy. My sister is on two basketball teams and that really doesn't help our schedule much. We. Never. Stop. We go. go. go. I like it, but it doesn't benefit my mom any. That is also when Maddy and her friends started playing basketball at recess which plays a huge part in this story.

If you are still reading this I congratulate you. It is now January and something big is going to happen at the end of the month (just wait). Maddy's bratty friends are still annoying and not to mention, getting to be hurtful. Of course, I don't listen to them, but if they don't tone it done in the next couple of months sixth grade isn't going to be easy for them. I have always despised Justin Bieber, but "Love Yourself" is the only way to get my feelings out about Maddy's friend. It's like my therapy, so I praise him for making that song. Finally, on January 28th, I got my puppy! Something new to be in the house and to keep me entertained! I swear she has been the only thing that has helped me survived this last week.

Oh god. crap. crap. crap. crap. crap. This is the reason why I haven't been able to sleep. This is the reason why I have been listening to "Love Yourself" and "Life is Worth Living" every day. This is the reason I have been very depressed. Just after all of the months of Maddy's friend talking about her cast it had finally died down and wasn't the topic of interest. That was until she was playing basketball at recess and literally tripped. over. her. own. foot. What an idiot! Then, just hours later I was being bombarded with Snapchats, texts, and missed phone calls from that little heathen who wanted me to know all about her bone that had apparently been "snapped in half", as she says. As my sister explained it, she tripped over her own foot and was crying hysterically. As ridiculous as this sounds, it kind of was. My sister went to go get her a wheel-chair to sit down in because "it hurt too much to stand up". I was thinking "Your arm is broken, not your leg!" Anyway, she ended up having surgery, tons of gifts taken to her, and of course, she got her heaping spoonful of attention.

This has just crushed me. This is the end of me. I will never hear the end of how her arm broke not once, but twice and how she had to have surgery and oh yeah, how she broke it worse than me.