Tangled and Challenged

Chapter 4

My mom made me mad yesterday. By the way today is Saturday September 13, 2014. She said, "you aren't leaving because of your grandpa or Mindy. You're leaving because of him." The him she is referring to is Mike. It shocked and hurt that she thought that. Wednesday night I had went on a walk with him. We were talking and laughing. We were having a great time.

If I wanted to leave to get away from him, I would of broke up with him. If I would have done that, I would be hurting myself in the process. I care a lot about Mike. We connect on so many levels. We are good together. He is good to me. He allows me to open to him when I feel I can. We talk about our lives and give advice to each other. When we listen to music together it seems so natural. He is warm all the time. I feel fulfilled when he hugs me. I do long for each kiss. Each time he goes to leave from my house or into his house, I kiss him. Sometimes even a second kiss is given. When we make out, I can hear both of our heart beats. We always ask each other why they beat so fast. The answer is always the same. It always sounds like that. I just know we are really in sync when we have sex.

We both can last if we feel. When we go on our walks, it always leads to good things. The way he shows his affection, I appreciate. It gives me a chance to experience him in a light I have never seen. The 5 months we have been together has been awesome. Each time after I hang out with him all I can do is smile. For me just spending time with Mike makes me happy. We have a connection I have never known. I am surprising myself. I will explain.

I have been writing romance stories since I was 14. To know that now I can live out my own real romance is amazing to me. I don't want anyone to take it away. I am constantly waiting for him to break up with me. It hasn't happened yet. I know that's why I see it as real. This year I have gotten everything I wanted. I got the diploma, my friends, my family and an awesome boyfriend. It feels great to love it all. It just means I must keep striving for my dream. I am close.

I have been writing since I was seven. Now, I am twenty, and it's been a long journey. I want to become a published author. I think of myself as an author already. I have written many books. It's a monthly process. I just feel lucky. I have a knack for putting thoughts on paper. I enjoy my job. I consider writing a job.

I consider it a job because I know I can get paid for the quality of work I do. When I write letters and papers, I get unbelievable responses. I have could grow from the way my teachers have corrected my papers. I know I will continue to grow as a writer. I love what I do. There have been times when I have almost given it up. I have learned I get irritated and agitated when I don't write for a certain amount of time. I always seem to find a way to write about my life. I like being able to add pieces into my stories. It gives me a chance to change the endings. It helps me to learn how to deal with the situation in the future.

I know telling about my life can lead to bad things happening. I just feel better when I start writing. Writing has lead me to many things. I write poetry and songs too. I enjoy entering poetry contests. I am proud of my writing accomplishments. I can express myself on paper. I can use my imagination a ton for fiction stories. When I write my nonfiction, I can things off my chest. I enjoy doing that. I get angry a lot. It helps take off some of the edge. Writing has become my voice.

When I want to talk to Mike about something and I am nervous about it, I write it down. I even write down things when my siblings tick me off. I write my friends and teachers too. Most of the time it was in journals. With their permission, I take their personalities and use them in my stories. I have a ton of fun with it. When I write my stories, I type them on my phone. I used to type them on a computer and then transfer it to my notebooks. Sometimes I just use the story itself.