About the Blogger

This blog belongs to a 17 year old girl living in the United States. She has many self-diagnosed problems that send her into tailspins quite often. This includes clinical lycanthropy, depression, possible bipolar, mild sociophobia and severe driving anxiety. Despite her friends, she feels alone. She hates things about herself, yes, but this is why she started the blog. She felt as if she could better express herself through the Internet and being anonymous. This is all she wants you to know about herself in general as to stay anonymous to her friends who may run across this blog. Please understand. If you recognize her, please don't say anything. This is her only possible outlet. She has kept your secrets...please just keep this one.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Why Him...? 7/31/2012

Today, my little brother got a new phone. I, however, got nothing and am stuck with a only partially working piece of crap from possibly 2005 or 2007 (as every site has a different year). WHY? Why do I get stuck with this crap heap while he gets a new one. I can't use the phone feature because I can't understand what people are saying because my phone cuts signal, I can take pictures because the object turns out a blob of colored pixels and texting has been iffy in that it refuses to connect to the network sometimes and I WON'T EVEN BE IN A DEADZONE. But of course, my angel of a little brother gets a brand new phone. We're two years apart but I see where the loyalty lies. He's a total brat and yet...yeah. Oh, that's not the end of our story. As soon as we got home and put away the groceries he plops down on the couch to watch the Olympics...ALL NIGHT. I cooked dinner, set the table, CLEARED the table and (with mom's help) cleaned the entire kitchen. Half of what I did was his job and he did nothing. He thinks he's too flippin' good for all of us. The last time he even HINTED he cares about me was weeks ago. The heck...

WELL! On another strange note I saw something weird today. We had to get gas before shopping so we were at the station, facing the sidewalk when this dude in a crappy white tank and blue jeans staggers past. Like, one of those stereotypical beer drinker shirts but he didn't have the belly. THAT is not the weird part. Even his fantastic Hitler stache wasn't the weird part. Gripped tightly in his right hand was a thin white pipe about 5 feet in length. In his left hand was a half-gone water bottle. He was holding them with his elbow bent and his upper arm tight on his sides. He just walked past in front of the station in a straight line, pale as a ghost and holding these items in his hands. He dissappeared and when we left 5 minutes later, we saw him waaay down the street. CREEPY RIGHT?

I didn't take this but COOL RIGHT?!


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