One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
I have a bad past of people acting like friends then turning on me. I have stories about people trying to stab me in the back. I usually find out that they aren’t true friends. People don’t usually realize that I hear a lot. I see a lot. I know a lot.
They fear that I will find out their plan to stab me in the back. They fear what I could do if I found out. I don’t do anything. I try and make amends, but they continue their plan after they agree.
I had a friend, ninth grade, that I thought that together we could take the world. She thought that too. We were stuck to each others side. After a while she meet other people and then I meet another group, my real friends.
This girl who I was friends with was bad mouthing me to the group that she had “found”. The funny thing is. I was friends with the entire group. The group that she thought she was turning was the group that I had behind my back.
Throughout the school year she drifted and found another group. Then again she tried to turn them on me. Jokes on her I had friends within that group. I’ve never seen someone, who had no reason to do to turn people on me, try so hard to get a school to hate me. Maybe she was apart of the group from before, I talked about this in the blog post Trust.
I don’t know what turned this girl to hate me. I had hoped that it was a just a faze. I had hoped that the person who was like a sister to me would see what she was doing. She was tearing people apart without even knowing.
I’ve learned that people can turn at the flip of a switch. I’ve learned to protect myself.
I’ve learned that I am my own worst enemy. I’m better with animals. I’m better by myself.


friend of the past.
If you asked me what I thought my life would be when I was in third grade I would have said I was still living in Litchfield and going to school at St. Philip’s. Now that I have the chance to look back on what I thought about what my future was going to hold was completely different from what actually happened.
I’ve always tried to think of the most reasonable possibilities for my future. Never would I have thought that I would be moving 400 miles away from the only people I’ve ever known. I look on my past and try to use that to build I future for me. I’ve never really thought that building my future would involve so many injures.
For those who don’t know I can move my shoulders, right knee, and right hip in and out of place. This has happened so many times that I have just become numb to it. Okay, back on track I use these things and try and create a future in my mind. It usually is just something I do for fun. A lot of the things I think of never happen, because it’s just my mind and not real life.
When people ask what I want for my future I just laugh. To me the future could be a few minutes, few days, few weeks, few months, few years, or multiple years ahead. To me the future is something that you can never plan out fully. I didn’t plan on moving when I was younger, but we planned moving back for multiple months. In the present of my story I do not know where the winds of time will lead me. I always use music to keep me company. I think that you will enjoy what I listen through out my past and present.

friend of now.
I don’t know what my friends in the future will be but I hope that they are ready to meet me.