Now that the introductory post is done, let's get on with my life. Shall we?
Yes, we shall. 3nodding
I live with my mother, who I've always wanted wanted to call Mother in formal or "talky" or, in this case, "typey" situations. I'm not exactly sure why I feel the need to do this, but I always forget anyways. sweatdrop My father lives with family friends, their daughter being one of my dearest and only friends.
My mother is a drug addict, though, currently, she is clean. My father is both a drug addict and an alchoholic, and, according to him, he hasn't drunk any hard liquor in around a month.
I see him ever few weeks, well, acutally, I just kind of say hello while I play with my friend. Yes, play. She's in the third grade.
The whole addiction thing: royally screwed up my entire life. Mother was in prison for four, maybe five years, during which years I stayed by my grandparents' house. I'm not even going into that, because, weirdly, I can't remember most of it.
Five to six years of my life is a bit of an abyss for me, and no matter how much I try to remember, there are too many gray areas to count. It may be some sort of a disorder- I don't know. Maybe I'm just exaggerating, but I don't think that's normal.
That's not the point. The point is, or was supposed to be, at least, that I don't really care to remember. Maybe one day I can forget that I ever had to live those years.
Most likely not.
I am a straight A student who does not have any extracurricular activities, other than Art Club, which is ending soon, and is depending on a scholarship for college.
McDonalds, here I come! Kidding.
I'll find a way.
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I'll write some more tomorrow. I'm exsausted.
Goodnight.
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