Sooo... This is my first post! Let me tell you a bit about who I am. I am just a normal high school student girl who is busy most of the time. I play sports, I am a musician, and I am also an exceptional student. My parents are nice, and don't get me wrong, they do love me and I love them, but they can get a little out of hand. When my dad drinks and gets mad he does things I know he doesn't mean to do. It's as if he is a different person, like he is morphing into the devil. twisted And I feel as if this 'devil' wants to kill me, but my dad isn't really in his body and he can't stop. Then on the other hand my mom doesn't pay much attention to me. Sometimes I feel as if I could run away and she wouldn't notice for a week, or a month, or ever... But I know I have to stand strong and support myself because sometimes even the people I love can't support me. I don't have a perfect life. I am not popular, but I don't need to be. I have so many amazing friends who I wouldn't trade for the world. But even they can be so mean. They date my ex's. They call me names. They hurt me just like my parents. My at home life is kind of messed up as I was telling you. So I kind of have a life in my head. In my head everything is perfect. My mom is always there mentally and physically. My dad doesn't loose his temper and hurt me. My friends are always there to love and support me and don't ever hurt me. But that's not what I have. So, I have to learn to love what I have. As I get older I grow better at dealing with it. I hold my head high and I tell myself things will get better the way my mom should as I sing myself to sleep. I encourage myself and do chores the way my dad should. I go on adventures and think about boys and gossip about them to myself, the way my friends should. So this is my life. And they way I have learned to live with it is to write. And write. And write. I write my feelings, and my visions, and my hopes, and everything. It is my life. So I don't know if anybody is ever going to read this, but if you do, please friend me or message me or comment or if you want, just read. Knowing that somebody else is there would make all the difference to me. I am Tasha, and this is my story... (more to come).