I stand up for myself, and for others, I'm a spunky little girl who can have a lot of attitude. I admit I can be a bitch at times, but that's just apart of my charm. I'm intelligent and a bit bonkers, but, all the best people are. :)
When I was younger, I grew up playing in the backyard, climbing an amazing olive tree, and using my imagination. Boy, do I miss those days, the days of not paying attention to the news or what was going on outside of my own little world. That little world was my safety zone. I didn't understand what was even really going on with my own family. My childhood seemed happy, but I was sheltered from what really went on. I kinda miss those days. :\ But I yearn for the future and the freedom of not being controlled by my parents.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Who am I ?
I have no idea where to start, so, I'm going to start off with what I'm doing right now. I'm watching a British TV series called Survivors or something along those lines. I am supposed to be doing my homework right now, but I can't focus on it. :\
At CART, I'm taking an engineering/product development with English and physics technology. At my home school, I'm taking Algebra II, Spanish II, and Government/Economy. CART, by the way, is basically a school of ROP classes, it;s really awesome. :)
I enjoy photography, animals, music, teh internets, trolling, drawing, movies, TV, Pokemon, poetry, writing, debating, history, science, technology, humor, fashion, clothes, and stuff.
I'm not your average teenager though... I'm clean, sober, and still a virgin. I have a boyfriend of a year and four months. We plan on spending the rest of our lives together and plan on waiting till we tie the knot. How many teenage boys do you know that aren't hoping to get into some girls pants before marriage? Not many I assume.
I got lucky. :) He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is my prince charming.
Anyways... I'm a unique girl with lots of spunk and a backbone. :P
At CART, I'm taking an engineering/product development with English and physics technology. At my home school, I'm taking Algebra II, Spanish II, and Government/Economy. CART, by the way, is basically a school of ROP classes, it;s really awesome. :)
I enjoy photography, animals, music, teh internets, trolling, drawing, movies, TV, Pokemon, poetry, writing, debating, history, science, technology, humor, fashion, clothes, and stuff.
I'm not your average teenager though... I'm clean, sober, and still a virgin. I have a boyfriend of a year and four months. We plan on spending the rest of our lives together and plan on waiting till we tie the knot. How many teenage boys do you know that aren't hoping to get into some girls pants before marriage? Not many I assume.
I got lucky. :) He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is my prince charming.
Anyways... I'm a unique girl with lots of spunk and a backbone. :P
Why Do I Choose To Blog ?
Well, it's simple really. I am an angst filled teen who wishes to bitch about her life without being punished for what I say. My mom and step dad makes things more difficult than they have to be.
I want to have some place to post everything because then I can keep a better record of everything that happens, has happened, and what I hope will happen... So basically an electronic diary.
I want to have some place to post everything because then I can keep a better record of everything that happens, has happened, and what I hope will happen... So basically an electronic diary.
My Life Story
(It's not done, but I wanted to post it kind of as a sneak peek I guess.)
My name in Maddie and I'm 17 years old. I'm not a happy teen, haven't been for some time now. I'm the middle child of three girls and I was born into a not so happy home.
My father was abusive and bipolar. My mother was tired of the abuse, but afraid to be on her own. My father would hit her, push her around and down, and was mentally abusive to her, no matter her condition, pregnant or not. She finally called the police on him one night and he had to stay overnight at the station.
Shortly after my younger sister was born, my mother finally got a divorce from my father. My mother got full custody of us three and moved down to Texas with my grandparents. In the short months while we were there, my mother got a house. I remember it had this awesome train grill in the backyard and I also remember my older sister sneaking chocolate chips into our room one night.
My father fought for full custody and won, even though it was the wrong court to gain custody in. The court gave my father three places he could live, two towns in Florida and one in California, he chose California. I remember the day he came to take us away, I was only about three years old when he took us, my younger sister only being about one year old. I remember my little toy dalmatians and my favorite blanket. We drove straight from Texas to California, with my mother in her car following. I remember seeing her crying when I looked back at her from the car.
We moved into a gated community in a two-story house that had three bedrooms. My grandma lived with us and took care of us when he went off to work each day. I had my fifth birthday in that house and went to see Hercules.
I was scared of my father from a young age, I first lied when I was about five because I didn't want to get a spanking. He has huge hands and is about 6'2"-6'3". He was a scary man, living in his own little world where he sees everything he does as right and just. When we would get hurt and start crying, he'd tell us to stop crying, or he'd give us something to really cry about.
My mom went back to school to get her teaching credential in California. After that she got a job at a local school and started paying rent on a house. All the while getting her case together to fight for custody. When she went to court, at first, she only got 50/50 custody, with his house as our main residence. That, of course, wasn't good enough for her.
My name in Maddie and I'm 17 years old. I'm not a happy teen, haven't been for some time now. I'm the middle child of three girls and I was born into a not so happy home.
My father was abusive and bipolar. My mother was tired of the abuse, but afraid to be on her own. My father would hit her, push her around and down, and was mentally abusive to her, no matter her condition, pregnant or not. She finally called the police on him one night and he had to stay overnight at the station.
Shortly after my younger sister was born, my mother finally got a divorce from my father. My mother got full custody of us three and moved down to Texas with my grandparents. In the short months while we were there, my mother got a house. I remember it had this awesome train grill in the backyard and I also remember my older sister sneaking chocolate chips into our room one night.
My father fought for full custody and won, even though it was the wrong court to gain custody in. The court gave my father three places he could live, two towns in Florida and one in California, he chose California. I remember the day he came to take us away, I was only about three years old when he took us, my younger sister only being about one year old. I remember my little toy dalmatians and my favorite blanket. We drove straight from Texas to California, with my mother in her car following. I remember seeing her crying when I looked back at her from the car.
We moved into a gated community in a two-story house that had three bedrooms. My grandma lived with us and took care of us when he went off to work each day. I had my fifth birthday in that house and went to see Hercules.
I was scared of my father from a young age, I first lied when I was about five because I didn't want to get a spanking. He has huge hands and is about 6'2"-6'3". He was a scary man, living in his own little world where he sees everything he does as right and just. When we would get hurt and start crying, he'd tell us to stop crying, or he'd give us something to really cry about.
My mom went back to school to get her teaching credential in California. After that she got a job at a local school and started paying rent on a house. All the while getting her case together to fight for custody. When she went to court, at first, she only got 50/50 custody, with his house as our main residence. That, of course, wasn't good enough for her.
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