Have A Look At My Life.

My names Katie I'm 15 years old soon to be 16, I live in New Zealand in the countryside with my Mum my Dad and my Cat Jasper. I called him that because it's strange and different. I love singing and drawing. There my passion my talents. My family love to hear me sing and love to see the art I create. I guess my life sounds pretty prefect to you? Well it's not. It's far from it to. So here's a look at my life.

I guess I'm a Mummy's little girl, she wakes me every school morning at 7 am and brings me Jasper to cuddle before I get up. As soon as my feet touch the floor I shiver in cold so I quickly get dressed and head for breakfast. I catch the school bus and nobody really talks to me on it. I do have friends at school but I don't really know if there are. I'm always there for them whenever there sad or crying but when I am nobody really gives. I guess that's how I feel all the time. Unimportant, unwanted and uncool. I often get bullied for my hair colour because it's ginger. School is ok but I don't really like it. When I get home I rush to my bf who will be waiting for me on Skype. He really cares for me like my Mum and he makes me happy like she does. I sometimes help my family with dinner and clean up then go straight back to my boyfriend. If he's not there I go to my many many many friends and talk to them all night. There so nice so perfect and easy to talk to. I feel so confident with them. But yet again there not actually real. There on the Internet. Yes there real people but I'm not making real life friends. It's hard for me because I always get judged and called weird. Laughing and making jokes with my so called 'friends' does not make me weird. But I do have 1 really good friend at school that I trust with anything. Her names Shayla. She's from Australia. She's so kind to me and calls me her best friend. That makes me happy and feel wanted at school.  I'm glad you have her she's always there for me.

Back when I was in Primary School,  I got bullied a lot. I got dragged by my hair to the bushes and trees then bashed. My Mum would often see the brusies then she would hug me and cry for me. Writing this story is actually making me cry. I'm now suffering from major depression and thinking suiside would be the best option. But the reason I haven't yet or hopefully not going to is because my Mum. Every time I mention it she bursts into tears. I can't do that to her. I'm her everything and she's mine. I love my Mum I really do. She means a lot to me.

Well that's a look at my life.  Not so perfect but I should be lucky because I have a Mother, a Father and a boyfriend that cares and loves me a lot. I'm very greatfull for that.