My life is about to totally freaking change, guys!
My mother and my stepdad have been fighting for awhile and they have officially decided to get a divorce.
I’m so excited for what’s going to happen. My mom found this beautiful apartment place that my little sister, my mother, and I can all live in. I’m so psyched for it because the people who live there are so tender and it’s such a clean and classy place.
It’s not a house, but I don’t want a house. Our new home will be so cute and cozy and I’ll finally feel at home with myself and my family.
My mom and I will be able to get closer. I’ll overcome my depression. And it’ll be man-free. No stepdad to stop me from eating. I’ll be able to clean while listening to my favorite songs without some man watching over me and telling me what to do. He won’t be able to take my phone or laptop or camera away. He won’t take my clothes from me like he does. Hopefully I don’t have an eating disorder anymore.
I’ll miss the garden here, but I can start my own when we move! I’ll miss the charm of this house, but I need to move on.
I also have the option of moving down to Florida. I’ll be able to live with my cousins and aunt in Miami. They’re planning on putting me in some private Catholic school with uniforms. I’ll be able to swim and tan every day and I might get to play rugby again or join the surf team.
Not to mention that the neighbor next door are from Greece, and there’s a hunk who’s 17 now and damn. That’s all I can say. Eye candy.
But anyway. I’ll be able to start my whole life over. I can dress like some prep and stop drinking and smoking and become a better girl. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. Either way, I’m just excited for the future and I can’t thank God enough for giving me the opportunity to restart my life and make it so much better for me.
I’m so excited for what’s going to happen. My mom found this beautiful apartment place that my little sister, my mother, and I can all live in. I’m so psyched for it because the people who live there are so tender and it’s such a clean and classy place.
It’s not a house, but I don’t want a house. Our new home will be so cute and cozy and I’ll finally feel at home with myself and my family.
My mom and I will be able to get closer. I’ll overcome my depression. And it’ll be man-free. No stepdad to stop me from eating. I’ll be able to clean while listening to my favorite songs without some man watching over me and telling me what to do. He won’t be able to take my phone or laptop or camera away. He won’t take my clothes from me like he does. Hopefully I don’t have an eating disorder anymore.
I’ll miss the garden here, but I can start my own when we move! I’ll miss the charm of this house, but I need to move on.
I also have the option of moving down to Florida. I’ll be able to live with my cousins and aunt in Miami. They’re planning on putting me in some private Catholic school with uniforms. I’ll be able to swim and tan every day and I might get to play rugby again or join the surf team.
Not to mention that the neighbor next door are from Greece, and there’s a hunk who’s 17 now and damn. That’s all I can say. Eye candy.
But anyway. I’ll be able to start my whole life over. I can dress like some prep and stop drinking and smoking and become a better girl. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. Either way, I’m just excited for the future and I can’t thank God enough for giving me the opportunity to restart my life and make it so much better for me.
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