a bit of a rant. last yearrrrs.

Welcome to my life.

…Bright cloths, I can’t be used too much or I will lose my brightness. That’s how I see me, myself and I. Look in life you need the rain as well as the sun for a rainbow... to things... totally different need to sometimes work together.

Home… The place where I life, get fed, sleep and grew up. I like my home and most the people inside it. I am good at home; I love my mom and my dad. I am lazy at home because of this, when I tell my mom and dad I try my hardest they don’t believe me. I say it like I mean it, I do mean it, I do. My language, the words the way I say things is different when I am at home. I say please and thank you. I respect my family well most of them anyway.

I am nearly the same as I am at school, town as I am at school. But people see me different: People… they judge me, hurt me, hate me, tell lies about me, wonder why I am here, tell me to get a life, confuse me. I don’t have many people that like me, the ones that do are called my friends …I hope I never lose them. Lauren (my name) it’s a type of French bush. French. It’s not where I want to be but I can’t seem to move away. Bush! Bush, a bush… just seeing every one getting on in life, but everyone is ignoring me not helping me in the right way, I need help to get out of where I am at the moment but they look after me. Me instead I don’t need looking after. I can look after myself. School, I hate school no one seems to understand me they think I need help (…well not in that way). They treat me like a retarded depressed kid. I am a normal person don’t judge me. I do my work and get on with what we are meant to do.

I don’t aspire to be anyone else a “role model” if everyone had a role model then there would be any unique people in the world. They would all want to be some else. We all have our different styles… I know my life is not the best in fact it’s pretty bad, but we can’t just wait for it to get better and “put up with it” if your having trouble in life you need to do something about it. Even if you think all hope has gone. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why can’t we just have good karma in the world? It is this Injustice that changes the way I act and think.