Dready Goddess corner.....

I used to get my feelings hurt sooooo bad. I'm different in a lot of ways from when I was young (I remember mostly from two on).
I had two mean older brothers (I'm the youngest and only girl) who liked to pick on me.
I was really quiet but eccentric and stay in my room playing by myself for hours. I'm the same in that way, not too social, but it takes a lot to upset me now.

If you looked at me in what I considered a mean way I'd run to my room and cry for an hour. Poor young sad Sarah.

This once my step dad and brothers were watching a football game, and the florida Gators were playing. Their colors are orange and blue, and gators are green, so it made perfect since they'd want the necklaces I found that were orange and green. I brought them to them as good luck and they were really into the game, and they yelled 'noooo get those out of here!!!' and all this stuff, which hurt my feelings like mad and I remember exactly how I felt. I went into my room and just cried cried cried. (turns out the gators were playing the hurricanes, whose colors are green and orange)
I was probably four at the time.

Gret when my dad and step mom first adopted my brother (who just turned two at the time) My step mom couldn't leave the room without him yelling and screaming for her. It was a nightmare, and extremely frustrating for her. After about a year we all finally settled in and its all fine now, but the poor woman couldn't do a thing without him wanting her full attention.

 

Poor Sarah!


I wish I had a place like this thread to vent my emotions, but no one ever seem interested in what I have to say...

 

Create the 'melodramatic teenage complaining' thread and vent vent vent.


I mean this in a 100% nice way btw.

 

Hah! Naw, I don't want that kind if reputation...

 

But you DO want the thread without the reputation, you say?

Congratulations, you just won the reputation, without even having the thread

Now go away, it's just us dready goddess's in here.

 

shut the fuck up!

 

You can talk your a fucking dood roory

 

Ima dood
he's a dood
she's a dood cuz we're all doods yeah!

 

Just got done making this skirt for goingtocalifornia...I LOVE IT!!! I'm so proud![/IMG]

 

Who said I can't also be a dready goddess? Your implication hurts

 

You can be whatever you want darlin

 

I keep having dreams about some guy I knew when I was a teen. I haven't seen him in over 7 overs. He is currently in prison for robbery and this is his second time(I guess he was addicted to drugs or something).
We never really had much of a relationship. We were friends and at one point I was really into him, he never dated anyone though.

I really want to write him a letter to get him out of my mind but I am nervous he knows people who will rob my house or something. He is or associates with some gang.

Would it be better to just leave it be or try to write him?

P.S now that I have written it out it seems really stupid to try and write him a letter.

 

barefootlocks....cute! Oooh do you take custom orders?

 

How did the dreams go?

 

Just us meeting or something. Nothing sexual. I think I will just try and forget about it. I am sure it is not safe or smart to write him and he probably doesn't remember me.

 

It probably isn't safe to write him but then again dreams tend to mean something...if you never told him you liked him maybe it's your subconscious urging you to handle something ELSE you didn't deal with? I dunno. I think dreams tend to mean something especially ones that won't knock it off and leave me be.

 

Of course! I have quit a few orders right now though, so it might be a little while, but yes, definitely take custom orders.

 

Gret, I always have dreams about exs/ old friends but it's only a dream, you moved on from those people a long time ago, it would be alot of emotional stuff to write to them and get a response, you'd drag up so many old emotions, is it worth it?

 

I know that is why I figured I won't even try it. I think typing it out on here made me feel a lot better about it. Just being back home is bringing back memories for myself, I don't really think dreams have that much importance anyway.

On a side note, I found a community college I can go to for the program I want. There is a waiting list and I won't even be able to apply until January or the summer but I am glad I found a school. Hopefully it all works out and I will be able to get financial aid.