When she became free

That Girl

There has been nothing more difficult or more challenging in my life than having to endure high school; it is as simple as that. Yes, I know that I am not alone in this battle, and yes, I am perfectly aware that there are people out there who are struggling with far worse problems than pathetic melodramatic teen issues. However, this isn't about those other people, this is about me... I am not saying that I don't care because I do, I sympathize for those people who weren't as fortunate as I was with the card that they were dealt, and I am certain that their story would be more interesting. Nevertheless, this story has to be about me and my pretty perfect life in order for me to complete this therapeutic exercise.  

I think that writing about my life is dumb... how is my picture perfect family and life going to benefit myself or anyone else? Can anyone explain that to me? I love to read a good rags-to-riches story just as much as the next person, but sadly, this is not one of them. At least I don't think that it is, however, for me to confirm that, I would have to predict the future. As my life is today, I am lost as far as the future is concerned. There is a guy, but future is unsure, no career, no interests... there is nothing to guide me there. Everything from this point on is all in the hands of God. 

Yes, I believe in God, as surprising as that may sound. I'm sorry, but I just can't believe in nothing; because, there is something out there that is greater than all of us. There has to be someone who is greater and more important than a Kardashian, right? Or is that just it... the greatest being in all of existance is a petty billionaire who has a hard life because her Ferrari was the wrong shade of black?! I mean, come on... No, I don't believe that this was an actual occurrence, but it is an example just so you get the point. 

Now that I have been cynical and religious enough to drive away those who will be offended by my personality, I guess I can say a little more about myself. I am roughly about Five feet four inches tall, dark-brown haired, hazel eyed, and thick. Now when I say hazel eyed, I mean that they are intense. Some days they're more golden and others they are a greener color. Yes, I did call myself thick; perhaps the term "pleasurably pneumatic" is a better way to put it. No, I'm not saying that I am fat, but I am certainly not skinny, even though I would sometimes like to be. I have a passion for basketball, but I fear that my career has ended with a knee injury the summer before my senior year. It's not like I was going to get a scholarship or anything, but the game is my stress relief. I am incredibly sarcastic to the point where some would call me mean or a b*tch, and quite frankly, I don't even sorta care. I am an easy-going person most of the time, but I stress easy and I have a tendency to overanalyze things and fall into a state of existential crisis. 

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Now, I am aware that you, the reader, are not stupid and have probably figured out by now that this is a real story, I am a real person, and these are my real feelings. You may be asking yourself, "Why do I care," or "Why should I keep reading this." To answer those, I just want to say that I feel as though there are other people out there who are like me or some who would just enjoy the story. If it helps, pretend that this is all made up. Honestly, I just felt as though I have a pretty good story for a life, so why not just write it down. Now ofcourse, not all of what I write may be real, it is still creative, but this is based off of my life.  If no one ever cares enough to read it all, that's fine. I am not looking for attention, positive or negative, all I want to do is have something in this world be real. If you like what you're reading, I invite you to continue and to stay tuned because there will be more to come. If you don't like it, I still invite you to read it and give me feedback, seriously, let's discuss things.  Who knows, you might hate it at first, then something might happen that is interesting to you. That's how life is after all.