Hi there readers,
Ever felt like you've known exactly what you wanted,and then when you got it realised that actually...you didn't really want it in the first place?Have you ever been sitting there with a group of your friends wondering what the heck you're doing,and why?Then you and me are gonna get along just fine.
I'm normally very content with my life and what I have,so when I'm not I feel unable to talk about it to people.I'm not gonna lie:that's one of the reasons I made this blog.I like the anonymity of it all.I like the fact that on here I can say what I'm really feeling without having to face the comments and judgements people I know would make.That's something I hate about life here,hardly anyone will sit and listen without making judegements.I know one person who does this,but he's away at Uni so I don't really get to chat with him that much-and if I do it's late so I've got my mum harping on at me to get offline because I have "school tomorrow and you'll be tired if you stay on there all night".
Anyway enough of that for right now.Where were we.Oh yes,introduction.Well basic stats:
-Natasha
-Girl
-16
-17 next January
-Christian
I live with my mum and my older brother,who's 21,whilst I visit my dad,step-mum and step-sister every other weekend.I also see my dad for about 5 minutes every Friday night.It's not ideal compared to how much time we used to spend with each other but it'll do.I'm a proper daddy's little girl.I adore my dad to pieces and there are days when I miss him so much,but my parent's have been split up for nearly 10 years so I'm used to it by now.It's not something I had a choice in anyway.
My brother is the polar opposite of me,and not in a good way.He's the older brother that makes teachers worry about teaching you because he was so bad.He got into so much trouble at school,and outside of school actually,that inevitably I've been tarred with the same brush.Lucky me.However people now realise how different we are.If you were to label us the good and the bad one:I think they'd put me as the good one.
I'm pretty much your normal teenage girl.I cry over boys,like the colour pink,laugh a little too loud with my friends and get way too excited about stuff.On the other end of the scale,I'm far from your normal teenage girl.See when I was younger I went through some stuff,and when I finally opened up years later and told my mum and brother about it-they didn't believe me.Nice,huh?Since then I've been too scared to tell my dad and neither my mum or brother have brought it up.Yet another thing I've learned to live with.
See why I'm lost now?