I grew up in a small town known as Nohope, Alabama. However, the people who don't live here typically call it Fairhope. It's near the Gulf Coast, right on Mobile Bay. Ever since my childhood days, I've been surrounded by art. My grandmother is a painter, my mother is a writer, and my father is a musician; it's in my blood. I don't know what I would do without it. When I'm older, I hope to excel in all of these forms of art.
I have two sisters, one on my dad's side and one on my mom's. I grew up alongside my mom's side of the family, thus I am much closer with my sister Camille (23) than my sister Riley (21). I'm actually not really close with my father's whole side of the family; they all live in Maine, while I'm stuck right where I've been planted until I'm 18.
I like to think that I have a very edgy/grunge sense of style. Even if the label doesn't suit me, I've always been intrigued by it. But why wouldn't it suit me? The majority of my closet either comes from thrift stores or is covered in dirt and studs, and I listen to a lot of rock music; I'm often angry with everyone except for my own friends and I like to spend my spare time doing nothing. Is that what makes a hard rocker? Is that what makes your 90's grunge kid (even though it's not the 90's anymore)? I guess I'll never know.
Once upon a time, I was a generally calm and patient person, but lately I find myself feeling frustrated and angry much more than I did before. I'm not sure why this is. I know it can't be good for my soul. I also constantly worry that I'm not doing enough with my life. I spend too much time sitting in my room, alone, wallowing in my misery. It's kind of pathetic, really.
On top of that, I don't trust my friends. Not really. I only trust my journal and my cat, and my cat doesn't even like to come inside the house.
Besides all of that, there isn't really much more to say. At least not now. I don't believe I can truly finish this until I've finished my story, which is not happening anytime soon.
I have two sisters, one on my dad's side and one on my mom's. I grew up alongside my mom's side of the family, thus I am much closer with my sister Camille (23) than my sister Riley (21). I'm actually not really close with my father's whole side of the family; they all live in Maine, while I'm stuck right where I've been planted until I'm 18.
I like to think that I have a very edgy/grunge sense of style. Even if the label doesn't suit me, I've always been intrigued by it. But why wouldn't it suit me? The majority of my closet either comes from thrift stores or is covered in dirt and studs, and I listen to a lot of rock music; I'm often angry with everyone except for my own friends and I like to spend my spare time doing nothing. Is that what makes a hard rocker? Is that what makes your 90's grunge kid (even though it's not the 90's anymore)? I guess I'll never know.
Once upon a time, I was a generally calm and patient person, but lately I find myself feeling frustrated and angry much more than I did before. I'm not sure why this is. I know it can't be good for my soul. I also constantly worry that I'm not doing enough with my life. I spend too much time sitting in my room, alone, wallowing in my misery. It's kind of pathetic, really.
On top of that, I don't trust my friends. Not really. I only trust my journal and my cat, and my cat doesn't even like to come inside the house.
Besides all of that, there isn't really much more to say. At least not now. I don't believe I can truly finish this until I've finished my story, which is not happening anytime soon.