From the girl next door

They call me a freak. But really, I'm just a unique. They think I'm kind. But really I'm just friendly. They think I am optimistic. But really I am pessimistic. The world and me are quite opposed, I suppose.

I am ordinary for a 16 years old girl. I gone through some ordinary family divorce. I gone through some ordinary therapy. I gone through some ordinary bully. To be honest, my life is a mess, but it doesn't seem too messy for me, I guess.

I had a very neat family, I suppose. We always had our family nights on the weekend. Sometimes, we watched a movie. Sometimes, me and my dad played our favorite video game: Street Fighters. I beaten my dad so many times that he always wanted revenge. Sometimes, we went out and eat. Just some ordinary family get together things.

When my dad and mom slitted up, I stay with my mom. Sometimes, I visit my dad couples times a month. We don't have our family night anymore, it's just me and mom crying about dad or about the tragic plot in the movie.

It's kind of lonely for me, maybe mom but mostly me. Mom and dad fall out of love, so mom moved on quickly. I suffered the worst, I locked myself in my room, for couples of day, crying my pain out. My mom made an appointment with a therapist for the benefits of me. I guess I'm the only child so that explains it all.

I am all good now, of course. My cousin is coming to my town for a abroad year. She's from South Korea but lives all her life in Canada and now is visiting me at Texas. Unfortunately, me and my mom aren't her host because some damn person applied before we did, so I am so damn sad and mad.