Okay, so I know that this is kinda stupid and has no point but my English teacher had us write something that explains who we are. This is what I came up with. It sounds a little whiny so I apologize, I'm going to tweak it.
I am but a person trying to find myself in the process of finding my way. I will not lie and say that I had some sort of traumatic experience that scarred me for life because that’s untrue. I had a happy childhood but it was one that I now know was filled with lies and an oblivious child. The bitterness I feel at times makes it hard to trust and easy to lie but it is something that will hopefully chip away over time. On the outside my life will either look marvelous and easy or complicated and full of fight. It is neither, I am neither.
My family is loving and harsh at the same time. Carly, my niece by marriage lives with us because her mother is mentally retarded and can’t care for her. I love my brother so much, he is my hero and he’s only eight years old. He manages to be so happy yet so careful about how he’s portrayed; he’s a sensitive little boy who’s tougher than the strongest man. I live with my mom and stepdad but miss my dad terribly since he lives fourteen hours away in Oklahoma and I only see him twice a year. They can make me so angry but I know that I would do anything for them and vice versa.
I am a paradox to others and myself; so hopeful for those around me yet so fearful of whom I am and could be. I am chaotic; I am sweet; I am imaginative; I am not just depression; I am hyper; I am self-conscious; I jump for it yet I am scared. Most of all, I am a person who struggles and succeeds, and who only wants to be happy.
