Distance.

Before I started high school I never thought I would end up in a long distance relationship. I doubted people who were in those types of relationships. Basically, I didn't think they could work for me. Things change, people change and three years later I'm in one of those long distances relationships I told myself I never wanted to be in.

I met Andrew in March. He tweeted me, we talked for a couple days and then it just didn't work. Then again in April he talked to me again, and from then on everything fell in to place. I was in a bad place when he met me, a place I didn't think I could get out of. He was different, he wasn't like the guys at my school. He wasn't a douchebag and he didn't talk down on girls like most guys do. He listened to me, he could tell I wasn't happy, that I wasn't the girl he knew I could be. He wanted to help, and most people wouldn't do that. He's one of the sweetest people I've ever met, and he's really good with words.

I fell for him much more quickly than I thought I would, and I don't regret it at all. I got a feeling with him, that I never had before with anyone else. He's been helping me with my depression and all the other problems I have, and he does it with ease. He understands a lot more than I thought, and he surprises me every day. Andrew's one of the most awkward people I ever met, his personality is amazing, and he completes me. There's just something about him that pulled me in and made me never want to let go. He's my best friend, and I know he'll be here for me through anything. He means so much more to me than I can tell him, because I can never find the right words.

I will do anything to make him happy, and I know he'll do the same for me. I'm only seventeen and I found the person I want to be with forever. I know I'll never meet someone else like him and I'll be stupid if I ever let him go. He's unique, he's funny, and he makes me smile. I'm not like every other girl, I'm very difficult to be with. I'm so happy he's stuck with me this long and he hasn't left me yet. I know I can't live without him, I'll be incomplete. He's my other half, my soul mate. He makes me happy. I love all the letters, late night phone calls, the gifts, the smiles and laughs, and especially the 'I love yous'. I don't want to be with anyone else, I don't want anyone else. I'm staying with him forever. We'll have been together for six months on the twenty-third, and I couldn't have asked for anyone better. I have the best.

I haven't been this happy in a very long time, and I know there's not enough 'thank yous' that I could say to pay him back for all he's done for me. We're 985 miles apart, but that doesn't phase us.

Moving.

Moving means three things; new people, new town, new school. 

I've moved before, but I've never had to actually help pack and move stuff. I was always little when we moved. Now I'm seventeen, and I had to actually help with everything. In my old town, I knew everybody and I've grown up with them since kindergarten. Now I'm in a totally new place with a lot of new people .. that like to stare. Oklahoma is a pretty cool place so far, and it gets really really hot here. They say the summer's last longer, so I guess that's one good thing of moving here.

I'm not really a sociable person, I'm shy around new people. I get pretty awkward and I look down a lot. My mom said we're going to start school late, and because of that everyone's going to know I'm the new kid. Well, I think they'd know that anyway because I dress differently than everyone here and I don't have an accent. I'm scared. I feel lost here because I don't know anybody, or where anything is. I'm an outsider in their world. It's my senior year so I basically only have one year here, but I don't think that's enough time to make friendships that'll last. I don't think I have enough time to do anything. School has already started in some towns, and some hasn't started yet.

I hope I can find my place in this town, maybe watch a couple sunsets while I'm at it. I hope it won't be that hard, and I pray that I don't get thrown in a trash can at school. Or that I'll at least make one friend while I'm here. Wish me luck c:

Being the oldest.

Being the oldest means more responsibility. It means she has to set a good example for everyone younger than her. She doesn't want them to be like her. She doesn't want that, at all.

Awhile back she made some bad choices and got into a lot of trouble with her parents. She got everything taken from her, all her privileges. This was the summer before her Freshmen year, and she lost quite a few people because of it. She started talking back, not listening, and still getting in trouble. But then that let her sisters think that what she was doing, was okay. It wasn't okay. None of that was okay. But that didn't matter to them. They started to act out, too. They got into a lot more trouble. It broke her heart, and just seems to get worse and worse.

Everyone remembers the bad things she does, never really the good things. Her past is still brought up from time to time. She doesn't get in trouble anymore, because she knows when to drop it. Her sisters, not so much. She really wishes that they would get the picture. It's not that hard. It really isn't, they just get worse and worse. She misses when they would actually do stuff with her. They'd sing, dance, and make stupid videos. But they seem to have more important things to do, things that don't include her. Is she really doing that bad of a job as a sister?

Yeah, being the oldest she gets to do everything first. Driving. High School. College. Moving out. But, it really isn't all that fun when her sisters never want to do anything. Everything else matters more than her. It's not the first time she's been their second choice, but she's tired of it.