One of my best friends' has a tumor. Another got molested. Great. What the fuck is happening? Oh, and I got asked to prom. Isn't that just splendid? Why do things like this keep happening to me? Every time I think I get my life together, shit happens. I have 14 different boys telling me they love me and one of them asked me to prom. What am I supposed to say? I love him but as a friend. I don't think I could ever be "in love" again. It's too much for me and I don't need that in my life. Honestly, why does everyone think it's so great?
I went off on one of my good friend's because he likes me, or as he said he loves me, and he wouldn't quit messaging me. I told him multiple times that I wanted a break and that we're just going to be friends and he kept pushing it.
My friend with the tumor (to keep her name hidden, I'm going to call her Catherine) is going into the doctor's tomorrow and talk about options, it's on her ovaries. Or as she put it, "her period egg sack thingy". They want to remove it, but her mom doesn't really want them to. How fucked up is that?
And my other friend (I'll call her Hannah), the one who was molested? Yeah, she was molested at my school. During a band lock in. By, someone we were friends with and thought we could trust. He only got THREE days of ISS. And her parent's aren't pressing charges because they don't want to "ruin his life".
On top of all this shit, I'm still dealing with stupid ass bullies, missing my best friend that I'm not allowed to talk to, getting yelled at by my parent's because I'm not perfect, and dealing with a hormonal 11-year-old sister that doesn't know how to keep out of my business and shut her goddamn mouth. She's worse than the people at school who gossip about me.
I had my friend (I'll call him Damien) over for the past two nights because I haven't seen him since the summer of 2014 and she would not leave me alone. I was talking to him about his personal life on the back of our mudding truck. He dated this girl for almost three years, they had sex, the condom broke, and she got pregnant. She just recently had the kid. My sister overheard this and decided to yell out, "You have a kid?!" in the middle of the night. I had to tell her that the girl had a miscarriage. Now, i don't like lying. But seriously, that's my really good friend's personal life and I don't need an 11-year-old walking around talking about his shit. My mom already knows about everything. I tell her everything.
On Monday, my horrible ex decided to talk to me yet again and tell me he misses me. We have a no contact order and he's seriously pushing things.
My parents treat me like I'm the worst child in the world and I'm so sick of it. But whatever, I'm done.
Sorry for bothering you with my problems. Talk to you later.
