I haven't been my motorcycle since December when I last dropped it. It was a few days after getting my license and I simply lost control for a split second. But that's all it takes. When I got home that day, my dad was pretty pissed that I dumped the bike and that only added to the guilt. So since then, I haven't picked up my bike in fear of doing more damage to it.

When I got home, I walked past the motorcycle and I felt pretty bad for neglecting it for so long. So I got back on,...

idk where to go...i know im supposed to stay and live but idk if i am able to anymore...i stick out as long as i can and well, i dont think i can stick it out anymore...its way too stressful for me now...im only a teen...i shouldnt be struggling with all the stuff im struggling with right now...hmmm...i am struggling with wether or not to believe God really exists anymore to me or not...just tryin to think he is but its really hard to know he loves me and he really cares that i live a life...

The other day, I got a request from a friend to keep her company at a wedding. Despite the fact that I don't particularly enjoy weddings, I agreed to go since I knew the bride. (...and of course since I wasn't going to prom, my Saturday was wide open) So we get there and as I'm sitting there, I realize that the reason I don't fully enjoy weddings is because every one I go to is essentially the same....

As the bride walks down the isle, everyone marvels at how beautiful she looks, and...

lost
empty
cold
scared
fighted
annoyed
angry
stupid
dumb
pathetic
worthless
helpess
a whast of space

i know i say stuff like this alot but i needed to vent this i how i would discribe maself and wat the bullies call me hough they add a swear word infront of them

So since this is el primero (the first), I am deciding to write a little about me and my sitch. So the other blogs after this wont seem completely sketchy.
I am Lauren, I want my name to be Avery but im not going to change it. You can call me Avery though, I tell people at starbucks and jamba juice thats what my name is.

Ok life story,
I grew up for about 7 years of my life without my dad in my life, he had a drug problem. My mom was at work all day and I was left...

Hey guys...So my sister is opening a day care come July and she needed a logo. The day care is called The Lily Pad and the theme is lily pads (for obvious reasons), frogs, ponds, that sort of thing. So I played around with photoshop today and here's what I came up with. Feedback/suggestions would be nice

Ok so for details read my post in the bully section.

But today i am skiving school and had a massive arguement wiv mum bout me refusing to go to school. Now mum has gone having not had breakfeast and now has to spend the whole day at work worring that im SHin and thinking of ways to get me to tell her why i am refusing to go to school.

My sister has her art exam today and i made her late and now she keeps ringing me. shouting at me and telling me to tell her wats wrong....

So TH has been the first to wish me a happy birthday. It's 12:14 am, and I am now (regrettably, or happily - depends on how you look at it)eighteen years old............Alright, time for bed..............

Hello All

So I'm a bit confused about something. Background info: There's this guy that lives down the street from me, who I haven't really ever talked to. Just a guy I've known since 2nd grade, but wasn't his friend or anything. Just another kid in my class. Okay so for the past four nights in a row, I've had a dream with him in it. The first night, he didn't say anything, he was just there. (like a background character.) Next night, he said a couple things, and was present...

To Catie (a girl who sits at the lunch table with Tyler and I that said "Woah, it actually talked!" when I was having a conversation with Tyler's friend Meg, a really nice girl):
You are a total bitch. Seriously. I have a name. I'm not just "Tyler's girlfriend." I'm a she, not an "it." What you said to me the other day was the meanest thing I've heard in a long, long time. So what if I don't talk much? I am me and a fairly quiet person. Not everyone can be loud...