My Outlet From The World

The Art of Molding Clay

I have always loved my family and I've only had two best friends that are practically sisters at my school. I have friends that I talk to online and some nice kids I talk to every once and a while at my school. My parents are the best, I couldn't ask for better parents in all honesty. I love my moms brother and my dads brother. Though my dads sister has always made me sad growing up; she always disappointed me. She loved rock collecting; I loved rock collecting.
She loved butterflies; I loved butterflies:
Her favorite color was purple; my favorite color was purple.
She was always so nice to me until I could actually understand what she said. She just always hung out at my house because my dad had more money then her so she thought she could get some. That relationship ended real quick once I was six and understood things. I only see her once every two years. She is extremely broke still.

I have never met my grandfather on my dads side. I never will because five years ago he died. My mother said he was not a nice guy. I think I have heard my dad talk about him once or twice in my lifetime. My grandmother is okay, she is sure better then my aunt. My dads side of the family is extremely broke down and we rarely talk to other then my uncle who lives 9 hours away.

My moms side of the family is slowly breaking too. My grandparents got a divorce last year. My grandfather is real nice and if you sit down with him he's got some awesome stories, I have quite a few happy memories with him. My grandmother is so amazing. I honestly don't know where to start with her. She has always been there for me since the minute I was born. She always took me to school and still does on Monday's.

But I realized that my family other then my parents are trying to change me. They always say I'm such an amazing and mature kid but then they correct me too... and I would go along with it. It was like I was there clay they kept molding me into something they needed more. Oh I got flowers I will make a vase! Oh well I need a new plate for these cookies!! Well my house is flooding I need a bucket. That's what I feel like right now and I don't know how to change it. They give me letters so I can write people because it will be fun. I told one that I wanted to be friends with this Bisexual kid at my school and they told me that being friends with kids like that will lead to horrid things in life and why would I ever want to be friends with someone like that?!

It's things like that that makes me antisocial with the people I should be comfortable around. Christmas is hell for they do not know my biggest secret. If they did I'm pretty sure I would be told to burn and god would not ever forgive me for my sin. Yet I do not believe in a god and sins are just actions that should be shamed on.

I am who I am and you may not change the way I was made to be originally shaped when I was born.

(I would just like to say this is not to shame or hurt any of my family for what they believe, it is just to show that I'm my own person and no one can change my beliefs and who I am as a person)