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My Bio Page

Well, look at that you've wandered into my bio section so I suppose you are expecting some information about me? Well I guess to save you the trouble for coming in here I will tell you about myself.

I don't come from a broken home in fact my home life is wonderful, unlike some people I know. I have two parents who aren't divorced and don't fight that much. I have two sisters and a brother who are good to me but do on occasion get their kicks in but that's normal for any family. All my siblings are older then me in fact the youngest of the three is 13 years older then me so you know now that I've been basically raised by adults. I find that to be a good thing because I have a more mature aspect towards things but I still am I child and I do act like a typical teenager just not as bad as some. Yes, I have my own opinoin and yes, I will use it. Yes, I do have a mind of my own and ues, I will put it to good use and I do. I don't care what people think or say about me because I don't really think it matters for they aren't me and they sure aren't any of my friends or family so why should I? I love my friends as well as my family and I would do anything and I mean ANYTHING for them! I have only a few good friends which you will get to meet under my friends section. I also have a couple other friends who I trust but I'm not as close with them.

If you knew me in person you would notice that I don't get a long with the human race very well. I've had a bad relationship with them all through my life. Since I was raised around adults, I was raised to have a mind of my own. I don't try to live up to others expectations but my own and I don't worry about what others think about me. I'm not going to change myself for anyone but me and I think that people out there who do really should look straight into the mirror and figure out who they are and not be afraid of that person! No one should tell another person how to live! Anyway, when I was in elementary school I wasn't popular but I did know a great deal of people. However the people who said they were my friends in truth weren't for in the end all they did was use me and abuse me mentally for who I was and what I had! I was intelligent so they used me for my knowledge so they could get through tests and all and me thinking they are my friends did help them but I didn't know till they dropped me that they weren't!

They even used me for the things I had. I remember this one time this one girl who lived next door to me for maybe under a year or so she liked to play barbies and of course that was cool because we were all like in second grade but she was in third but it still didn't matter. Well, I had a whole bunch of barbies and tons and tons of barbie clothes. Now everyone else in my nieghboorhood including her had barbies and barbie clothes but none of them took care of their stuff so it all was basically crap! Me on the other hand actually liked my stuff and kept it in good shape so everyone want to play with my stuff but i thought it was cool then because why? I thought they were my friends and didn't know they were using me instead. So, I'd bring out my stuff and we all would play. There would be someone to pass out the barbies and the clothes and of course since it was my stuff I'd choose the person and I picked in an order to be fair. The thing I didn't realized for a good long time was when ever it was someone elses turn to pass the stuff out they would pass out all the good barbies and good clothes to each other but I would get all the crappy stuff! It was like they all were working against me! When I finally figured this out I stopped bringing the barbies out and when people asked me I would say I could locate them which was lying because I always knew exactly where they were. Now back to that girl durning the time I knew her she didn't treat all that nice it was like I had to go by what she said or she'd hurt me and since she was older I was scared of her. Her favorite thing to do to me was pull my hair and back then I had really long beautiful hair. I still have great hair but's it's short now. Anyway, it was as if she enjoyed torturing me because she threatened me often but I just continued on as though nothing was ever wrong. One day I don't remember what I did but it made her extremely mad and she ran after me to of course pull my hair and she got a hold of me because I never was a fast runner but right after she pulled my hair I gained some guts and I went back a got a hold of her hair and pulled as hard as I could and you should have seen her face she turned back around to look at me and I'm telling you her eyes began to glow a bright red and that was my cue! I started running as fast as my feet could carry me but in the end she did get a hold of me and I will never forget it! She grabbed my hair as best as she could and pulled it so hard that at the same time she twirled around as if she were being spun around by a dane partner. It was a strange day but shortly after that day they moved and I never heard or saw her again.

Long and stupid story huh? Well, it affected me a great deal and since that kind of stuff was happening to me everyday of my life I really wasn't having much fun. I hated elementary school! I was so sick of being treated like I was nobody! Even in girl scouts! Yes, I was in girl scouts but I was only there for the crafts and the camping which was cool when we did camp and for as much as it bothered me then to always be in the same cabins with the same people it doesn't matter now because I was always in the better cabin for there was always something cool that happened! In the end the fun stopped and I quit girl scouts and the main reason was because they screwed me over completely! Besides, I was getting sick of hearing about what the other girls did durning their weeks since that seemed to be what our weekly meetings started to turn into! When I finally got out of elementary school and went into middle school I had a great loathsome feeling towards the human race and I was very anti-social and still am.

I thought that middle school would be different. I thought that people would have grown up some by then. I thought since I was going to a new school and one that wasn't my home school that I would meet new and better people then the ones from where I lived. Boy I was wrong! Yes, I met some people and made new friends but they were no better then the rest. I just couldn't believe that there wasn't any civil people out there. Then when I got my first crush everything and I mean everything went right down the shit hole! Everything I did about that situation for some reason made it more worse because for the three years while I was in middle school I was teased about liking the kid. I mean come on people grow up! Not only that but it was like everyone knew and no one would let it go. Come on people get a life! In the end the kid didn't want anything to do with me and basically told me he wished I'd fade away. Then did people let it go, no of course not! Middle school sucked just like Elementary school! I don't see why I have to be used and teased over and over again all for the enjoyment of the human race!

High school, well by this point in life I knew everyone was out to get me so I was even more anti-social. I hated my 9th grade year just as much as every other school year because why? Just as I thought people did it again! Two more boys came into my life and in the end they told me to fade away except the worse thing about it this time was that both of them liked me in the begining. That's why it hurt worse this time. Then all those people who I had thought were my friends, who I thought I could trust turned out to be like the rest. I remember it all too it was the week of Valentines and they all just blew up at me! I won't go into the story it's long and when ever I talk about it much anger rises up and since it's in the past I don't really want to make my blood pressure rise for I know something will happen to me again that will cause that anyway. Let's just say for the record I lost a great deal of friends and gained not quite enemies but just people I know that are just there.

Then something good did happen. I actually found true humans. Humans that can be trusted. Humans that have been abused themselves and know what it's like. That is when I discovered who I really am. I knew one of them since 7th grade but I didn't really know them. I knew another since 8th grade and of course again didn't really know them. The others I met in 9th grade. I must say in my whole life I've never met anyone better, kinder, trustworthy, friendly, or great all around as those people and you will get to meet them in my friends section.

However something you should know I'm an emotional person. I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm extremely happy, I cry when I'm angry, and I've cried for no reason. Crying is how I express myself and recently I've learned not to think it's bad. The truth is it isn't bad it's just me. From what I told you, you can assume I cry a great deal and that is correct I do but now it doesn't bother me as much as it use to. Crying is part of nature, it't part of me.

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