Lastly the oldest daughter. Stingy, active, and somewhat selfish. Always the need to be right, the need to stay fit. Caring to much about herself, not realizing whats really missing in her life. A close mom and sister to talk to, and appreciate. Over and over again, trying to start over, trying to succeed. How hard they try...a lot of the times it doesnt work.

Then theres the mom...the pushover, the nice, and the ditzy. Friends are obsessed with her, tell her everything and enjoy her company. Where it comes to the daughters. Wants NOTHING to do with her, HAS nothing to do with her, and has no idea how to react to the problem. They try to work it out, but it becomes a fight. Then a tantrum, then stops. They forget about it, have a good time, then it happens again.

The Typical Family

So theres the typical family. The mom the daughter and her sister. Parents are divorced, so its a house full of women. Great. Theres the arguments, the attacking, the yelling. But then theres also the shopping, the friends, and the spa days.

The youngest daughter...the most fierce, sturdy, and strongest out of all them. The one that knows she can get whatever the hell she wants with just one scream or tear.

Finally recognizing MYsELf

Always focusing on what people want me to be, how people think i should look, the opinions of others. Waisting myself on the stupid little things, which just cause stress, where i can be having fun and just like myself, and who i really am. try no to regret. try to be who IIII am. and JUST LIVE LIFE.....without consequences.

A night full of fun, adventure, and excitement. Every touch, every smile, every dance has effected the people around you and yourself. Kids shouting, running, and pointing. All you can do is hope for the best and join them. The night gets later and later and that last drink has had you to crawl to the kitchen and have a drink. The last puff has made you want to eat your last bite. Soon you find yourself sleeping on the ground on some mattress you don't remember pulling out, and one of your friends from the party. Your blank. You have a headache and your tired. The morning after.

How hard can it be?

all summer having fun and doing whatever the hell i wanted. comming home at 5 am, trying to drive, trying new types of music...and the one thing i enjoyed doing the most even though it hurt me so much. wishing it never happened at all. whatever i do its not right, whatever i try to wear it itsnt right. i just need to grow up, and find "me". the right friends, the right guys,and of course the right way to live...what i need to do is forget about the past...start new, and live my life with no regrets. no matter how hard it might be.

Living my life

yeah, im the type that loves to have fun, hang out with friends, paarty. you know, all that kind of stuff. the one that i think about, is the one who stays around, hangs with his buds, goes to church and has great relationships with his family.total opposite. i mean i love chilling too, but he doesnt think that. when you have a crush...it might be little or big, you need to live and learn of who they are, and how they carry themself. "your so outgoing, and hes shy"...well yeah, im going to be outgoing, but really do you know the real me or are you just judging me by my actions and cover. im shy, and i can be scared. im insecure and desperate for things, yeahh. but how are you going to learn that, if you just expect what you see through the looking doors. i dont know, but hopefully youll change and figure it out. i try to forget about the things that i dont care about and just have fun. live my life with no regrets...yeah thats it.