When I was little, I would always have birthday parties and my parents would spend tons of money, and no one would ever come. Makes me sad every time I think about it.
Every time I get mad or sad or scared I grab a knife and throw it at a tree in my yard. Then i feel bad for it.
So I went to my first dance class, and I was horrible because I get confused when it comes to right and left... The sad part is I am 21!
I was just told that my mom was pregnant before she had me, she was impregnated twice before. Both the children died. I lived. And so did my younger sister. And I'm happy, but sad. Because, maybe, just maybe I could have had another older brother or sister.