Day 1

Today is the first day of my blog; my online diary basically. 
Since I have no friends where I live, I figure at this point the Internet is my friend. So I'm going to start off by sharing why I'm making this blog with my friend (the Internet). The reason is because I'm going insane almost because of where I live. I live in a small basement thing where my dad and I live. It's kind of like having roommates except they live upstairs. We're renting it from this older lady; it's 2 very small bedrooms in the basement. Also in the basement is the laundry room and a small gross bathroom. I basically live down here; I hardly ever go upstairs because their kitchen is really greasy and the house has roaches, I'm afraid I'm going to see one if I go upstairs. So my dad does all of the cooking and washing of the dishes. Most of the time I come up and dry the dishes for him because I feel bad  that I don't do anything else. I don't go to a regular school anymore because since my mom kicked me out (I'll explain later) and I came to live with my dad, I can't handle going to this new school. I mean it looks nice but I just don't get good vibes from there. It's probably because they have guards patrolling the school and the students are just so different. I mean, they're the same but so different at the same time. So now I do Home and Hospital Teaching through the school. Mr. Foster is my "teacher"; we meet 2 times a week online, and once in person. So far it's great because I don't have to deal with the students and what not. I'm also seeing a therapist because I had a meltdown when I saw a roach in the silverware drawer. And let me tell you, you couldn't get a homeless person to take their silverware it's so cheap. So anyways, that night I kind of lost it and locked myself in the bathroom because I was afraid I was going to see a roach in my room. After that, I had real issues with going to school. Eventually i just stopped going and my dad took me to his psychiatrist, but we didn't exactly click. So he found a therapist and I've been seeing her for a month or so. She's really nice and shares a lot of her stories but she has 14 cats....ya I said 14...and so whenever you step into her waiting room, a smog of cat urine takes over your nose. It's not too bad for me because the cats love me and I love animals; but my dad can't stay in there while I'm in session. She's kind of a heavy lady but I don't mind that. I just don't want to get fat at all, which is what I'm worried might happen if we love here too long. We moved here at the end of August and we're probably going to move back to my dad's Grandparents house on  New Years Eve. Which totally sucks because we didn't get to celebrate Halloween and with a tight budget, Christmas won't be so great either. My birthday is going to suck balls because we won't have our own place probably until after my birthday. So let me start from the beginning of this crap.


So in February both my Meemaw and Popop died a few weeks apart, so my dad ended up living there all by himself. So then in June me and my mom got into a HUGE fight and she kicked me out, so I ended up living with my dad at my Grandparents house. I finished my freshman year at my old school with my dad driving to drop me off and pick me up. Then when summer came, my aunt and uncles made plans to fix up the house for sale. So while my dad was at work, I sat around eating and watching HGTV show (haha). Then we painted the house, had the outside cleaned, and had some landscaping done to the yard. At that point me and my dad aggressively started looking for a place to rent while the house was on the market. Like I said, we moved to this hell hole at the end of August. Which meant I had to go to a different school, the sucky kind. So that basically catches you up.


Be prepared for a new post almost everyday, BYE