BlueDeliah

The Truth about me?
I'm a messed up kid.
I've seen some pretty messed up shit at an early age, and it's shaped who I am today.
I generally try to be happy, since I'm the friend anyone can talk too.
But it's hard when a very few actually are willing to sit and listen back.
I have Bi-Polar-Depression(for which I am currently un-medicated), which doesn't help when trying to handle all your friends problems, and your own too.
My mom has a chronic disease called MS, which can, and usually does, become terminal after a time. She's had it for about 20 years, but was diagnosed 5 years ago. Had she and my dad gotten divorced like they nearly did, my mom would be in a nursing home.
My dad...well I don't wanna go into him, but he's sick too, but in a different way.
My still living sister lives in Texas with her family (Husband, 3 kids.) And she's fucked up in her own special way. She honestly doesn't give a damn about me, all she's ever done is use me. And yet, I still miss her. (I think.)
My oldest sister died when I was a month from turning nine. That changed me a lot. It taught me that this world isn't a very fair place.
And my friends? Well, no matter how much I'm there for them, when it comes time to me needing them...well I'm hard pressed to find one who will really listen.
My best friend? I used to think he still existed, but now I remember that he is so far and beyond me, and on to the other side of the 'tracks' (If those words are right) that I'm the only thing holding him back.


That's me. Just..a very condensed version.

Favourite genre of music: Country, Pop, A little rap.
Favourite style of art: Anime
MP3 player of choice: Ipod