Introducing Me (Left)

Birthweek

So I am amazed by how many people have actually read this and I just want to say a quick thank you to all of you guys. It's only got a couple chapters, I guess, and it's only been going a little while but I've already got almost a 100 reads. That's crazy. It's just a way to get to know me. If only I were this blooming popular in real life.

Let's think. I'm still kind of recovering from that school trip and I've got another one next week. Fun times. I've been sleep so much and I'm somehow still exhausted it's actually kind of crazy. I've just basically been sleeping the last couple days. It's not too bad though and my youngest puppy has gotten really cuddly lately and it's great because it's getting cold and he's such a fluffy lil husky.

What's next? Oh so it's my birthday on Thursday, I'm gonna be 16 and I'm having a party on the 6th. Twinnie wasn't completely up for it but they agreed and it should be a great time providing my head isn't an absolute arse. We're gonna have table tennis, darts, video games, music, possibly a movie and beer pong. I actually can't wait. Oh so my little shit of a nephew came round today and was acting all high and mighty because it's his birthday tomorrow and grandma says it's his birth week. That got shut down when I mentioned it was technically mine too. I may have also been a little mean about his Fortnite abilities too but for goodness sake the kid spent £80's on v-bucks before I could stop him a little while ago.

I'm really trying to think of a funny random story in my life. Hopefully a long one so I can indulge you guys but I just can't think of one right now.

Here's one. So I lived in America for a bit like two years ago now. During what they called "Spirit Week" I took part in girls tag 'Football' game. (American football, also known as hand egg.) I was a year younger than everyone else on my team, because it went by year group/grade. I actually did pretty well and the funny part of this story is that the ref blew the whistle but most of the other team didn't hear it and just stood there. Me being the twat I am, I walked across the line and ripped off the girls tag. It counted. It was a glorious, no running involved, victory for me.

Speaking of my birthday another funny thing is my need to state I'm older than my twin all the time. 12 minutes guys but those 12 minutes count. The year before last I waited until early my birthday before I went to sleep and posted a picture during the brief 12 minutes I was a year older. It was victorious. Related to my insistence to point out I'm older, I mention a tumblr post. Someone said if they were a twin they would go up to their younger sibling and say,
"When I was your age I..." I'm an arsehole so you may be able to tell where this is going. One afternoon I waited until my twin and I were on our lunch break at our parents cafe. When we were both chilling I leaned over and said,
"You know when I was your age I was working." To say they were unimpressed would be an understatement. They just avoided me for the rest of the day unless it was to glare at me. It was brilliant.

I can't really think of another story or anything to tell. I've been really wrapped up in writing lately. I'm still not used to sharing anything about myself or having people actually want to know me and that's the complete truth. So here's my truth man and I'm sorry it's not a funny story. The truth is, I'm scared. This story is probably some of the most I've shared about myself in forever. I became more closed off and surprisingly opened up about my feelings and past in the same year. I have tried time and time again to just make other people happy. I put myself second and even now I don't want write this out but actually I'm going to. I'm not sure if I'll actually post this part but even just writing it out is gonna help me. That's about as much as I'm going to delve into my brain for now, who knows if that'll change. But right now it's almost 1 am, I'm kinda in pain and I'm tired. Hopefully I won't feel as tired when I wake up but no matter how much sleep I get recently, it doesn't seem to be enough.

Now I need some big finale. I've done the funny stuff, well attempted, and I kind almost started using this as my therapist. So what's my big finish? I have no clue. I don't have any super interesting stories from the week really and I haven't really got the energy to try and think of one. It's kind of ironic though. You give me a prompt and I can write at least part of a scene and put it into a story but this, I feel like I need to reach a specific word count. Even if I don't. I give myself deadlines in the hopes that at least some kind of consistency will give me some kind of organisation and maybe get some people to read regularly but that's rubbish. I am an extremely unorganised person and no rhythm is gonna stick. I mean I still can't get up 5 days a week for school. It's kind of stupid though to try and have an update schedule. When I read stuff I don't typically remember when something's gonna update I just get excited when it does. But at the end of the day writing even this takes me away from worries and pain. Writing focuses my mind, when I'm actually paying attention to what I'm writing rather than just copying something I'm focused. Except for essays which suck. So I just wanted to say another thank you to anyone who made it far enough to read this dribble. Thank you and goodnight. This chapters header image is a picture of me in a onesie because I sent it to my friend and didn't think I looked like crap. This is my story and I found a use for it. Thank you so very much and goodnight.