I am a horrible person, I am the living definition of deplorableness. If you look it up in the dictionary, you would see a picture of me. You think I am exasperating, please I know who I am. Also I am not in denial, or I don't feel like I deserve better. I am simple like this. Always have been always will be. That has to be my greatest gift and my greatest injustice.

The week are nothing but worms. Worms that need to be destroyed. Who really cares about momentary celebrities drama, the petty problems in there lives, and the rest of their crap. Why wast your energy worrying about this shit. Get mad at it, hate, it but survive. Take action over don't just complain about it. Then others make there problems into suffering, when it isn't. Wo is me, Wo is me. Suck it up. Your not the only one with problems.

I have to live in the same world, with the same problem. What makes you so special?

God you got me ratting, I hate it when people get me ratting. It makes me into a whinnier about this shit. I actually become the thing I hate. It like being the biggest hypocrite there is. Well I just have to rise above this.

I am now completely off topic. This isn't a paper mocking people. It is about me and the horrors I have done. Please don't feel sympathy towards me, It would make me feel better if you actually hated me. I am just doing this to get it off my chest. Maybe move on and do better. I know I am not normal. Maybe this paper may actually show me the light to mundane living. Or I am just full of crap.

My story begins like all great stories, in the big city. I was a New York City girl. The city has always been my location, you would have to be brain dead not to want to live here. There maybe crime and over priced junk, but it beets the burbs. I was raised in this town, my father having a one night stand with a married woman got stuck with me. Apparently if you have baby by unfaithful sex, the way you hide it is to pretend your over wait. Have it then dump it on the father. Of coarse my mothers husband new the truth, he was probably to ashamed to ask her about it. Better of this way, who really wants to live in Jersey? Little did I know that is where I would be staying.

You see my father is a traveling writer. All he does is go across the globe writing articles about place you wish you could go. He actually gets paid to go on vacation, by our life still quite handsomely. Who new? This was part of the problem, sense his editor felt no need for me to come along. It was decided I would stay home. Until I was fourteen I always had a baby sitter. That was when the fun started. I was a girl with complete freedom in the big city. You didn't except me to stay home and watch cartoons?

Well as time went on I started to get in trouble. Correction in a lot of trouble. I am not going into details, but let just say that police were involved. Well of coarse my dad rushed home. That was a big mistake, and very dangerous to his career. Well with out a single word edgewise, I was being shipped off to my mothers.

I never meet my mom, I have a picture of her. The story I know, but yet I never really had that urge to know her. My dad had always been enough for me. Why would I need another parent around me, when one would suffice. Still my dad was determine to cut me off from my city, everything I had ever know, and himself. Only to through me to savage wolves. Maybe not wolves, but you get the picture.

I also began to wonder about my brother and sisters. None of them I meet and to my knowledge. None knew I even lived, what a shock that will be. Maybe hall blood is thicker than water?I just hope I don't get that stair ,when you know that people don't like you off the bat. It is so creepy!

I guess wait and see is my option. Not like I have much of a choice in the matter. You do never know, when something great is going to come along. I doubt it to happen in Jersey, I expect the opposite to tell the truth. Nothing to do now but wait. That is exactly what I did wait and wait. Until the hour arrived. It actually wasn't as bad as expected, it was fair worse. I had been grounded and hadn't gotten the chance to say farewells. What a bad way to leave things!