Well...

First of all, yes, I know it's been lik two months since I've posted. But, a lot of stuff has happend. Starting with my parents are getting divorced. My mom found an old highschool classmate named Ron Rogers. He's cool. He's my new stepdad. I have a four-year-old step sister named Abigayle and a thirteen year old step sister named Samantha. She stayed last week (spring break) with me. She did my eyebrows (picture at the end) and guys like me now. It's a pretty drastic adjustment for me. I'm used to being the girl that just blends in and doesn't stand out. Now, all of a sudden, cute guy like me. But the one guy I like, Chris, doesn't like me. He's cute and he goes to Newmark which basically classifies him as rich. I'm stuck in the middle between him and the cute sixteen year old that likes me back. Um...my dad has an apartment, I have a pretty cool room there. I'm here right now, actually. I listen to new bands--Breaking Benjamin, All-Time-Low, Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, Lifehouse, JTX. My favorite is still, of course, Muse. My favorite color is still falu red. I went to see Alice in Wonderland. I love the new Cheshire Cat. But, and I know this seems random, but it really does make sense in my mind, I still don't know if I want to date. It seems impossible at the moment. Yet, I still...I really like Chris, let's just put it that way. My depressed friend, Jake, likes me and last week he almost tried to commit suicide and I had to talk him out of it. It's hard to tell him I don't like him because I'm afraid he'll...he'll...well. Still. I'm caught. I don't know if I ever wanted this. Maybe I did. I don't know. Everything with my parents. It's hard to really tell anyone how I feel anymore. It's hard to just tell them. My dad's still an angry person, though he swears up and down he's not. My mom is...happy, at least. I live with them, technically. I just come here every other weekend and Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm afraid that I'm changing. I've always been the constant. I still keep up my grades and work for my future, but I'm changing as a person. I'm more rebellious. Apparently, I'm more...catching to the eye. Though I know I'm not. I'm...I'm not going with the crowd anymore. I don't like trying to be like Maggie. I'm friends with Ian, Tara, Cierra, Morgan. I've never been that popular, but I'm still not...popular, if that makes sense. They're just more...lenient with me than the other robots. That's another thing. People at Chris's school are popular, rich, pretty robots. With the exception of Michael who's pretty cool but just not Newmark-molded. Chris...I'm not sure. If there was a pause button, I'd press it and evaluate everything. Rewind maybe. Fast-forward. Would I press the stop button though? The eject? No. I don't think I could do that. Lol, I'm more of a chicken-shit than anything anyways. I'd press the play button and get on with my life. I know I'm not anyone special. Whatever happens, happens. I suppose. Well, my retarded dad is yelling at me to get in the shower because he's...well, retarded. Here's the link for my story and my picture below:
http://www.inkpop.com/projects/31210/death-in-the-mills/read-project/#chapter

Before!

after!

Sam literally had to sit on top of me to pluck those suckas(: Anyways, cheers for now(:
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