Done with this place.
Published by SonnehLee in the blog The In's and Outs of an average teens normal life. Joy.. Views: 63
It seems like I woke up a few days ago, and just realized something: I'm done with this place. Not the forums, my town. My mom was talking about the possibility of moving me down to live with some family in Alabama so I can go to the college I want (UAB), and staying there for junior and senior year. At first, it was an immediate no. But, the more I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. I talked to four of my closest friends about it, and 3 of the four said I should go. They said they knew I needed to go, for me. The other, coincidentally the only who would be in my graduating class, isn't speaking to me anymore, because of something unrelated. But, I don't know. It's like the more time I spend here the more lethargic I get about being here. I really am done. I've realized that there really isn't anything left for me here.
I really want to go. I honestly can say I do. If I did, I'd live with two of my aunts. Both of which are pretty amazing. My Aunt Donna is just like my dad and completely hilarious, and Aunt Elisa has some amazing cooking and is so nice and hospitable. They're the kind of people I'd honestly want to live with. Plus I'd get to go to gay church. I went on Easter and it was so cool. Just saying. I would start a new school near Birmingham. It just feels like there is so much for me there. Plus the experience would probably help my writing tremendously. I know I could actually share it with them, which is more than what I can say for my parents.
I'm just sick of either getting yelled at over something stupid or spending my entire day alone. All at home. Even if people are at home, I'm still alone. At least, that's what it feels like. School isn't much better. I hate most of my classes. I'm with the same people for 3 of the 4 blocks. And I get the general feeling that when I come back to school tomorrow or monday, a large portion of those people are going to be mad at me. The worst part is: I've been through this same type deal before. With the same people. And I swore I'd never let it happen again. That I'd never get that close to that group again. But here I am. Pretending like I'm fine and hardly talking to anyone. I feel so withdrawn, especially for me.
So, I guess now I'm just hoping I can get out as soon as I possibly can.
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