This Story

This story is about my life and the crazy things that have happened as I grew up. It seems conceited and vain but most things in my life are really crazy and hectic. At first this project started off on me writing a book about certain aspects of my life but as I wrote and the more stories that came up, writing a blog of short pieces seemed to fit best. One of my classmates in English had started a blog quite recently about being a pile and how his friends saw him as one. I found it interesting that he shared this blog with our teacher because we thought of our class as full of them. Now don't get me wrong, I am in no way copying his idea for a blog because I'm bored or need to seek attention from my teacher, I just want to get my stuff out there.

This story started out as a book that would talk about me and how I felt I belonged nowhere and at the beginning I felt that I didn't belong anywhere. But as I wrote and the things that happened along the way, like losing my two guiding lights from high school as they graduated and the love of my pre-teen to early teen years killed herself, I realized through my new found friend Julia, that maybe I do belong. I realized that maybe I don't need to seem like another melodramatic teenager who hates her life because her parents don't like her boyfriend or was caught smoking pot. A teen who wanted to drink and party and explore and just have fun. In all realities, my parents would love it if I got a boyfriend, they'd be happy to watch me go to a party even if it meant there might be drugs and alcohol. They'd be happy because I was and am not a very social person. To those who know me, this seems quite impossible but it's true. I don't think pot is okay even if it you supposedly can't die from it. The thought of beer or tequila or scotch is absolutely revolting to me.

So these are my letters, these are my stories from random places. This is my hidden cabinet, what I rarely share with people and random life points.

So this story, my story, is hoped to bring you immense pleasure and is meant for one thing and one thing only: to be enjoyed.