Just getting started....

I'm just getting started here and I have NO idea how to blog so I'm gonna try and give it a shot....

I was going to start this whole thing as a place to put up my writing like my poems and short stories and I still will every now and then but one thing I have noticed about poems; it's nicer to read if you know the background story. So I am going to tell you about the happy times, the traumas, the mysteries, and the stories before and once I get a follower or something,I will think about posting some poems.

The most recent event worth telling about in my life was y recent break-up. Now I'm not going to go on and on about how heartbroken I am and how I miss him soooo much. Partly cause I don't. Also partly because as much as I want to, I HATE it when other people do. I'm not saying I'm not a hypocrite. I am. We all are. We as a human race are all hypocrites. I just try and suppress the hypocritical part of me. I'm not sure who ended the relationship really, it just got to the point that was beyond avoiding. I ignored him, beat him down, avoided him, was ride to him and just plain got him to hate me through the last month of our relationship. I have no idea what made me do it, I just did. I tell people I was scared of him and they buy it, he was a big guy. But really what started the whole thing was I just flinched when he touched me. I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't even realize I was doing it until the time after that when he came up for a hug and I did it again. It might have been the whole grabbing me and not letting me go until I "gave him a kiss" but really, I think it was just my subconscious telling me to get the hell away from him. I don't like what I did. I feel bad. No matter how huge and threatening he is, he's still really a great guy. Kid of like a teddy bear honestly. Despite my age I posted, I'm only 14 and 14 year old girls tend to get hung up on guys worse than they do when they are older. I like to think I'm more mature or something, but, in reality, I'm just the same as the rest.

The break-up just added on to the drama in my life and maybe next time I post, I'll get to my sister and her recent mental status and hospitalization and everything. In fact, I'm even going to post a poem and the post after that will explain it.

It's funny, I never realized how much easier it is to write when you know no one is watching.