" Who am I? Why am i here?" This is something i ask myself every day. I can never really find the answer. I used to know the answer until my whole life turned upside down.
I'm Sierra By the way. I'm 15 years old at the moment and my birthday is June 6th. Im a freshman in high school. I live in what is possibly the worst town. We have 4 elementary schools and ive attended 2 of them. I got held back in 3rd grade so that was pretty rough. I breezed through Middle school. Now as a freshman in high school, i started the year off with 2 honors classes. Because of the condition i have i can no longer be a part of one of my honors classes but i am able to maintain all of the other classes.
I Never grew up like most teenagers. I lived in a trailer with my mom, aunt, and grandparents until i was in 2nd grade. In 2nd grade through half of 6th grade i lived in several apartments with just my mom. I've never met my father.I know his name and several other things but I've never talked to him or seen him. Living with a single mother is tough sometimes. She works a full time job and goes to school after so i only get to see her on some week days. My mother also takes classes online at night so when she is home she is very occupied. She struggles to make ends meet so i don't have the privileges of other girls my age. I rarely get money for myself unless someone else in my family gives it to me. I'm grateful for the things i have but i also wish sometimes i could just fit in.
In 7th grade i started having relationships. I dated several guys and most of my relationships lasted awhile. the longest relationship i had was a year and 3 months but i wont mention his name. i am currently in a relationship and it has already been 4 months. His name is Kareem. We were very close before we started dating. He,was and still is, a part of my small circle of friends. The conditions i have makes it hard for me to socialize with others. I have 3 best friends that are girls. I'm not really friends with many guys anymore. But I'm fine with that. Only some of my friends know what i have wrong with me but they don't treat me as different about it. My friends only worry about my safety and help me through my problems.
Getting through what i go through is one of my biggest struggles.
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Surviving My Life
Non-FictionJust my story and how to survive the struggles im going through. Hopefully you get something good out of this. Its all real. Make sure you comment what you think. Ill take criticism.
