Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself.

I plan to keep up with this blog unlike the many others I have abandoned.

But in order to do that, I suppose I have to introduce myself, so the nonexistant people that read this will understand me and what I talk about a little better.

Ok. First, my name. I guess. It’s Autumn.

Ok. Second, my age. 13.

Thirdly, my interests. Music, writing, and well… I suppose that’s all.

Fourth,  my family. I hate them, there’s lots of them, and I’ll get back to that later.

Fifth. Friends? I have a lot of best friends. My favorite best friends are Miranda and Ashley.

Sixth. Relationship… I have a girlfriend. Shoot me. I have a girlfriend, and I’m straight. Shoot me again. Yeah, I’m probably dead by now.

Seventh… k, I don’t care.

I am clinically depressed, but they don’t know what kind of depression I have exactly, yet. I go to therapy, and I’m scheduled with an appointment to a psychiatrist on the 30th of this month. I’m most likely going to be put on an anti-depressant of some sort, even if I really (really) don’t want to. Oh well.

Several thoughts of suicide.

Knife through the heart.

Is this how blogs are supposed to go?

Happier Subject. Music.

My favorite band is The Beatles. My favorite Beatle? Why, John of course. I also like Nirvana a lot. And Elliott Smith. I guess they would have to be my three top musicians at the moment.

If you’re wondering, you definitely weren’t, I do play music as well as listen to it. I play piano, flute, and drums. I also enjoy writing music. Well, lyrics. I have no idea how to actually write/read music. I just pretended I did for my music teachers… I can still play properly, somehow, though.

My other interest I said was writing. Its, simply put, what I do. It just comes naturally to me. When I was little I’d write occasionally when I was really bored. Now, I write basically everyday. I could write for hours and hours if I had a good idea. There are lots of things I like to write about, but there must be something unique about what I’m writing or I simply can’t handle it and give up. I have started over 500 stories and finished only about 5 or 10.

Ok, about that family thing. Well my father is depressed and homeless, my mother is a psycho because of the anti-depressant she’s on, Zoloft, my grandmother is an insane control freak, my grandfather is a raging alcoholic, my uncle and his girlfriend are the worst druggies I’ve ever seen in my life, and me, my stupid little self, is stuck in the middle of it. Expected, and said to be, “perfect.”

I live with the following; myself, my mother, my grandmother, my grandfather, my uncle, my uncle’s girlfriend, my uncle’s girlfriend’s four-year-old son, my dog Ziggy/Rosco, my cat Indigo.

My friends are a load of drama. Miranda is an emotional wreck. Ashley’s home-life is mayhem, and she takes refuge at my house, which isn’t much help. Allison is obnoxious and boy crazy. Sarah is funny and just like me. Maggie is hilarious, but also gets on my nerves sometimes.

Girlfriend;

Her name is Kori. I love her, she’s amazing, and she means the world to me. And I’m kind of nervous about what I write about her because I know she’s gonna read this. Message to her when she reads this; Hi baby. I love you

Now that that’s overwith.

School.

I go to a ghetto ass school, its miserable, I hate it, but I’m somehow a  straight-A student.

Anyway.

I guess this entry is coming to a close.

I’ll be back soon.

Thanks… I love you all.

- a u t u m n