It's been quite a while since I've posted. I don't find blogging to be as much of a stress reliever lately because of how busy I am. First off, high school is hard. I never thought that going into a new school would be so difficult for me. I felt like I was forced to face some people that I have had a lot of anguish towards. The little things that they kept posting on their Facebook, the faces they would give me in the hall, and so much more would hurt me really bad. With theses things came the feelings that I had experienced a year ago. The ones that made it so I couldn't sleep at night. Then came math. This little thing made it nearly impossible for me to be happy. I didn't understand a single thing that was going on. I have never struggled in any of my classes before. I was so frustrated because I would look down at my homework assignment and have no idea what was even going on. It was hard for me to hold back the tears that I wanted to cry so badly during class. So many things were making me very unhappy. But after the help of many people, I finally feel happy again.
- Dakota: Willingly came and tutored me and sat down with me for hours on end, and helped me when no one else could.
- Caroline: Always helped me escape and vent to her when I was overwhelmed and loved me for me. Let me listen to the songs in the car that I would cry to and convinced me that everything would get better.
- Adele: I know it sounds stupid that someone famous that I don't even know could help me, but it's true. Her music told me that how I felt was okay and that it's not wrong to be upset about something. There would be times where I couldn't feel better without listening to her music. And I love her for that.
- Taylor: My foreign exchange student that I love with all my heart. The one that let me be the idiotic person that I am. We bonded over our love for Adele and our need to play the piano and guitar. But one thing that Taylor did for me was something I could never thank her enough for. There are so many. I don't think she even can imagine. The first English class we had together, she told me to do something that I hated. Read. I doubt she even remembers telling me that. But for some reason I tried it out again and fell in love. Everything I needed I could find in a book. To me it was like hearing a new song. One that you fall in love with, but the difference was that I could listen to this song nonstop for days. I love it. And I could never thank her enough.
