I’m not too bright. Maybe because I’m blonde. A complete understatement. For me, anyways. I’m clumsy. Not really that good looking either. To me, anyways. Most of all, bad luck seems to follow me everywhere. Definition of ‘accident prone.’ Some times it feels like the big guy in the sky has it out for me. But seeing as I’m still alive, he must not want me that much. Maybe he just likes to watch me suffer.
So far, I had to go to the mental hospital three times. All together I have 16 scars, and that’s only on my right arm. A million minor cuts, and so many bruises I don’t even want to get into it. Life hates me, anyways.
The doc say I have a few loose screws in my head. Well, he didn’t really but that’s what I heard. Anxiety, depression, bipolar….nothing new. My parents chaste me on not talking to them, but in all reality what is there to say? “Hey mom, hey dad I want to kill myself!” I don’t think that conversation would play out well. Besides, my mother has expressed several times that she can’t handle me. Anytime I even show symptoms of being depressed or something she flips out. Anyway, that’s my introduction. Don’t know how long I’ll write on this site, it’s just a silly way to vent a little.