I’m That Girl. Everyone has different meanings to That Girl. This is mine.
I’m a bit weird and i’m me. My own person. To be honest, this isn’t my first time having a blog. I have bad memories about that.

I’m not the typical teenager. Yes, i’m 17 years old but i talk and act like a 30 year old. My life hasn’t been easy. Now this isn’t one of those attention whore teenage blogs, where i complain and complain and complain. NO! This is however my first post, so i can complain just this once.

I’ve been bullied since 2th grade. I was pretty young then. After horrible rumors, tears, blood, scars, sweat and nearly depression, came 7th grade. All the bullying, back stabbing, bitching and ditching stopped. Just like that. Snap. It was gone. Now as amazing as it seemed, i was suspicious. I know, i know, i should’ve been happy. I WASN’T BULLIED ANYMORE! YAY! But it wasn’t so easy.

Still i went to school and i was happy. I had friends and i did good. The first half of the school year went great. Then something just happened. I don’t know what, but something. I stopped going to school. I started smoking, drinking, started hanging around with alcoholists, drug dealers/addicts, took a bunch of piercings and parted with my friends from school. After awhile of fighting with the social services and changing schools, i voluntarily went to a child welfare department. I was there for two or three months. I went to school there and lived there with other teens. It was weird and hard to go there at first. I always had an out. Which means at any time i could’ve said that i wanna go home. But i didn’t. The last week there i started thinking, i kinda don’t wanna leave. I’ve gotten serious best friends there and i was gonna miss them. The last day there was just tears.

And now i’m home to stay! (Even though it’s difficult at the moment, but i’ll talk about that some other day) As much shit as i’ve been through, i regret nothing! So to say……..

LIFE IS PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME NOW.

And here starts the wild journey of That Girl