The diary of a daydreamer :)

Augest 18

Journal,
  It's almost eleven at night. And I can barely see a thing. It would be nice to have my glasses but wait...
My siblings broke them.
  And the worst part about this is that I'm being blamed for it. And pretty much being told it's my fault whenever my brothers do something stupid.
Is it fair??
No..
Will it ever be fair??
Probably not..
  Anyways I should be rambling on and on about my siblings. I might as well change the subject.
So...
My best friend is having a party tomorrow. And no it's not one of those parties where everyone you know will be there and everyone is going to be either drunk or high. No it's not one of those parties. It's just a small birthday party. Only three people are invited anyways. And that's me, Brooke, and my friend Jordan. I probably haven't mentioned Jordan before. But she's pretty chill. Anyways.. I'm excited. But also scared. Because my mother had Decided that my friends are a horrible influence on me. And pretty much told me that if I speak to one of my friends ever again... I'll be sent away or something like that.
Yea..
So much for having a social life.
   And no matter how hard I try. She still tell me that it's pathetic to have friends like that and i should be friends with "perfect" girls.
  Those "pathetic" friends are the only people I have that care about me in this world. And no. I can't make friends with other girls because other girls can't stand me. They find me weird, creepy, ugly, depressing, and so much more.
   I mean I don't blame them. That's how I act Most of the time. But I don't want to be friends with a bunch of girls who stab eachother in the back all the time, telling lies, or being rude..
They belittle eachother just to make themselves feel superior. And no I don't want that. Because I don't want to be a part of some popularity contest that isn't going to matter in about 6 years anyways.
Why bother with that stuff?
I'll never understand the other kids I my grade. Ever.
      Anyways. I'm getting my hair cut soon. And I have no idea on how I want it cut. I'm kinda going for something Hayley Williams inspired. No not her whole new happy hippy bullshit. Something like she had before. But eh. I might change my mind. Also if you don't know who Hayley Williams is.. she's the lead singer of paramore.
  Also I've been doing a lot of story writing lately. I might even start my own story on Wattpad. But I don't know if anyone would read it. So I'm just keeping it to myself for now. I mean I'm pretty sure so one read this.
I mean who would want to read about a 15 year old drama queen who likes to be called Karter? Eh who knows maybe someone is interested in my life. Maybe not. I mean my parents don't even listen. To me. The only time they way my attention is when they want to yell at me over the dumbest of things. Or something my siblings did. Ugh. My life sucks.
  But I should talk about that.
But sometimes it's all I can think about.
And it's so annoying.
Half the time I don't even want to think about those things. I just want to cuddle with my dog and watch the ID channel.
The ID channel?
Yes the ID channel.
I love love love murder documentaries. And no. I don't want to murder someone. I'm just interested in what they talk about.
  I wanna know what is going through a killers mind.
Creepy right?
Most people would probably stop reading there. And would probably freak out because I like murder shows. But I honestly don't care. The interest me. I just find them great to watch. Well. I should probably stop writing and get some sleep. I'll add one of my favorite paramore songs at the top for you to listen to. Since I talked about Hayley Williams. It's probably fitting to.

- Chelsea

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