Oi... I thought I could get over the whole situation that I was in and was accepting it that things have changed. I can't be one of the Chi-girls anymore, no more chingy chingy (stupid inside thing), no more walking down to dairy queen in the middle of the night and staying there, just having all fun with the best friends in the world. No matter where you live, how many friends you can make, whatever you do, there will always be that one special place that is considered home. That's where I will always be wanting to live even though I probably won't get that until I turn 18... later if I go to college which I probably will.
And yes, I did think I was starting to like living here and chicago was the old home. But then guess who calls me?! The one and only Angel. He was my buddy. The person you call when you need someone to cheer you up or just have some fun with. He was like my best friend. Well I guess he was just calling out of boredom. Yea right... he misses me. I don't want that because I know if people from home miss me, I'll miss them too. Just hearing that sweet voice from the goofiest person made me want to be back with them all again. I don't care to be making new friends here anymore. Sure there are some cool ones but I don't need another attachment that makes me completely depressed when I have to leave again. Yea I know I ramble on way to much about the same thing.
I found a quote that I love and wanted toput in here.~"She doesn't feel like she fits in in the small town she lives in. She doesn't think the same and they can tell she's different. No one knows her name." ~ I feel like that describes me here perfectly. People dont accept me, people don't understand me, and most of them will never give a shit. Me either. All the little rich snobby people see me as that new girl. "I heard her mom left her and her dad is an alcoholic so she has to come out here and live with some family." Fuck them. Fuck off. I don't even know what I am anymore.