So last night was kind of rough. My mom came into my room and explained to me why I haven't really been able to drive. She said that with all that I have been through she doesn't want to have to be a part of me deciding if I will be killing myself. Like if I get upset and I automatically think that I want to die. I tried to explain to her that I would never do that again. But I guess it's easier said than done. Or believed I guess. When people see my past they will probably think that I will turn out as this horrible person. I get told a lot that I'm a good person.
My mom also said that I'm not like any 18-year-old girl. And I totally understand that. That I'm behind in the whole growing up thing. And yeah, she's right. But that doesn't mean that I want to stay behind. I want to grow up. I want to drive. I want to have a phone like all the other people in my grade. I honestly am like the only person who is a senior who doesn't have a phone. I try to remember that what I did was totally inappropriate too. And I deserved to have my phone taken away.
That's all I have for now. Stay tuned to hear more of my not so fabulous life.
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RandomThis story is about a girl who has no idea about her past and is always afraid of the future. It is all true and can be very vulnerable.
