My parents decided to get a divorce today. Well, they’re not really my parents, it’s my stepdad and my mom.
I know I should feel some sort of remorse for him leaving my family, but I don’t, not for my sake anyway. I hate him. I have no reason too, and yet I feel like I do. He’s never hit me, or my mom, or my sister, but everytime he yells at us for the littlest things it feels like he does, it stings so much.
I used to not care, I thought I could take the vocal hurassment because he made my mother happy, […]
Violet Blake
Violet Blake
Hello world. My name is Violet Esmerelda Blake. Vi, as some people like to call me. I never got the nickname, maybe it's just because most people tell me I don't look like a Violet, they always come up with things like Scarlett or Isabel, names that apparently describe my mysterious appearance. Oh well, I don't really care, I didn't have a say in what I should be named, so I think people should just stop trying to tell me what I should've been named, it's not like I could've protested at the time. I'm eighteen years old, with long black hair that reaches down almost to my waist, so yes it kinda looks like the girls hair in The Ring, although I assure you it's far less scary then that. I have green eyes that everyone always tells me are the prettiest shade, but I wouldn't know, I don't pay enough attention. People at school who have known me long enough know that I wasn't always the depressed, bitchy creature I have turned into over the past couple of years, but I will not say it out loud, I refuse. My advice: If you want to know what my problem is, read my posts. You'll figure it out.
I don’t know who I am. Who does know who they are? My guess is no one really does, they just pretend like they do so no one else will see that they don’t know, and are scared of remaining unknown to themselves.
I thought I knew who I was. Pretty little Violet with a name fit for a rose, who loved to write, read, and just be by herself most of the time. I don’t know anymore. Ever since I started the tenth grade it’s as if everything I knew about myself has just been erased from my mind and I have to start […]