Bullies

As I sit here in the office as an office aid, all I can think about are bullies. Recently, my younger brother Jordan was involved in a scandal that involved a bully, but none of the situation was Jordan's fault. The bully is facing some major charges, which soothes my mind, but that does not mean I am 100% OK with everything that went on. This bully is obviously the kind of person who gets satisfaction out of bringing others pain.
Pain is not something that one person should wish onto another. I cannot say I am the best with dealing with pain, but I know that it only brings harm and regret. My brother did not deserve the pain that this kid caused him, and personally, I regret not verbally shaming the young man. Obviously, pain and regret are not the best topics to discuss, so don't mind me if I continue to other matters.

The other matters I do not really care to discuss, (but I am going to because I am bored here in school) is my upcoming weekend. These next three days will be spent spending time on homework, my senior project, my little brother Braxton's cheer competition, and hopefully, some type of interaction with friends. My weekend sounds fantastic, I know. But honestly, none of my loner-ness is my fault. Ever since last year, everyone has changed in ways that I cannot bare to be around and apart of. Hence why my mother is my bff. Best. Friends. Forever. Forever is quite the long word, and I can truly say that I only have three friends that I could live with forever... Other than my mom. Those three friends are Maycin, Alma, and Zoe; the only friends that I just "click" with. I can't really explain it any other way, they are my sisters. That word sisters means a lot to be because I do not have any blood related sisters; I have had step-sisters, but honestly, I disliked them. Sometimes I wonder how my life would have gone if I hadn't have moved here to Idaho and if I could have stayed with all of my girls. Funny thing is, the only reason we moved here was because of my mom's old lover, ex-husband (twice removed), whatever. He visited UT, spent some time with my mother and proposed. Again. Two days later, me and my mom were in the Hollywood Video parking lot and she asked me if I cared to move. I should have said no, but I didn't, so I am over it. Though I always remember that I moved here for my mother and her twice removed jack ass of an (ex) husband. They freaking re-divorced after only three years! I should have gotten a sign that day in the car to not move, but then she would have blamed me for the rest of my life.

This is way off topic of my previous ramblings, but I am very happy that I can upload my thoughts to you random readers. I have two gnarly friends named Brittany and Skyler that read my blog (shout out to them) and even if they are the only ones, they are enough. Blogging is so much different than talking. On my blog I can just share my thoughts without having to think about it first. I am usually a very blunt person anyways, but being able to just write down how I feel with no interruption is pretty cool and sometimes calming. I am thinking right now how next time I write I am going to write more about worldly problems and my opinion of those problems. I want whoever is reading to know that I am an extremely opinionated person, but I do not express my opinion so that I can shove it down my readers throats, I express my opinion so others have my side to think about. I am not always right, but neither is everyone else.

Thank you for listening/reading. Until nextime! :)