Considering how much my parents paid to have someone "listen" to me and prescribe anti-depressants after my best friend blew his brains out I figured that blogging would be less expensive and time consuming as more therapy for something people say I should have gotten over years ago (that was the longest sentence EVER).
So...
I'm a 21 year old kid who lost one of the most important things in her life when she was 13.
I moved to a new house when I was 11, it had been the second move in less than two years. When I was nine I was uprooted from my home and family and moved nearly across the country to Georgia. After a year and a half my family moved, mid school year, to another part of Georgia. Adjusting was incredibly hard; i was a shy, goofy and extremely nerdy (I still am a nerd, thank you very much) kid and didn't exactly make friends right off the bat. It was hard, incredibly hard... Until I met J.
oops... It's nearly one. more later?
