<span style="font-size:92">I never really vent. To anyone. <br><br>Right now, I feel like I should try. Cause maybe, just maybe; it might help. <br><br>I am seventeen. Graduated. Way to mature for my own age. <br>Eleven is the age when I had to start taking care of myself. <br>The way I can remember that is cause that was the year I moved again. That was my fifth move. <br>I had to work for things, teach myself in middle and high school, and was very sheltered. To this day I believe that was the reason I grew up way to fast.<br>I guess long story short: I've never gotten along with my parents, just because I didn't grow up with support and a healthy home life style. I haven't lived in one place for more then three months since I was eleven. I'm all independent and not a very talkative emotional person. <br><br>For reasons, I am moving in with my sister who has seven kids. (Yes, I was the surprise baby out of my sibblings.) My parents are so eager that they're even helping me pack my room. <br><br>The real heart break is my best friend passed away a week ago. Then my horse I've had since eleven just went to a new home two days ago, and I still forget she's really gone until I walk half way to my barn to go visit her or feed her. <br><br>Also having trouble with a guy. i didn't realize how much I cared about him, until we had this little problem. I'm afraid I fell for him and I'm afraid I've already decided I won't let him go. He wants to go in the military, and he has wanted to know if I'll be waiting for him when he comes home. I don't know how to think about any of this, just that I want it.<br><br>I feel like I'm ripped in half then ripped again then stomped on and shattered. <br><br>I think it would help if I could cry. Cause I can't. No matter how hard I try. Beh, and I'm sure the water works will start out of no where.<br><br><br>Thanks for baring with me. That actually feels kinda better.<br></span>
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