“Do you wanna play with my Poke Balls?”

I apologize for opening with what you may find rude or insulting. When I read that supposed pick up line (Pokemon reference) I cracked up.

I was looking for a funny post, so I searched Funny. All this crap (no offense) about things being funny but not really, or why we thought this was funny bla bla bla appeared. Not one single post that made me laugh! Not one!

If I search “funny” I want laughs, not psychological talk. You, person who searched “funny” and read this, probably wanted the same. Thats why to make up for the rant, I put that hilarious pick up line. For the record, I really DO find it funny, but I laugh with almost anything.

“Is your dad a terrorist? Because your the bomb!”



Story Time Again

Once upon a time, in a far far away country that you have never heard of, lived a teenage girl.

This girl, who used to have pretty depressing days, was happy most of the time now. This same girl, could not sleep at 3 am.

Tragic, I know.

So, to become sleepy, this girl, I’ll call her G (as in Girl), started reading Manga. That’s how cool she was.

However! Tragedy arose again! G finished her manga, all 28 volumes of Rurouni Kenshin (Samurai X for those who don’t know) were finished. She highly recommend reading this manga too, and watching the Anime. Yes, she watched anime, that’s how cool she is.

G was now faced with a dilema. What could she do to become sleepy, she could start watching or reading Naruto, as that was her next japanese thing. No, not today. She could do homework. Actually that’s a lie, G never considered doing homework.

She decided to get on Facebook. That however, is another story.

She browsed, and got bored. She texted and got bored.

Boredom brought her to WordPress to write this incredible pointless story. Which, you know, she is doing right now.

That is where our story comes to an end.

I would say, “they all lived happily ever after” but my story is about ONE girl, plus I bet that phrase is under copy right.

The End

Christmas Transition

This Christmas I noticed something. My younger brothers were getting presents from our family friends, but I was being excluded.

I know, Christmas is about giving and Jesus being born. But hey, I am a teenager and I want presents! I am not asking for anything fancy but even a card acknowledging that I am a part of the family you are gifting would be nice (if you wish to include money inside said card, no one is stopping you.)

Last year, I got presents. so maybe it’s that now they think that I’m too old or something. Well let me ask you something Mr. Family Friend. Do you like presents on your birthday? How old are you? Oh, 45 you say?

I thought so.

So, I am sorry if I sound super selfish and materialistic. Really I feel left out of the holiday cheer. And maybe you know, I like presents as much as my 8 year old brother.

Now hold your judgmental thoughts and ideas! Because I am willing to bet my non-existent gift, that you love presents as much as I do. You know I’m right

Radiate Happiness

Today someone told me I “Radiate Happiness”.


Have you read this blog? If you haven’t go read one of my posts.They are the most depressing shit ever! (ok not ever, but they are pretty depressing.)

Its nice to know that hey! maybe I have hope.

I am aware that I am not the most beautiful girl out there, but If I can “radiate happiness” and maybe you know, make some people happy, even if its for a little bit, I’m happy. This is propbably the most wonderful compliment I have ever recieved, people have called be pretty and beautiful. But this one took the cake.


I hope you know my happiness after hearing this translates a little into this post. I’ll try to radiate happiness more than sadness, we should all try. Be happy everyone:) Right now, I am.


So I went to the shrink, and I am not depressed.


No, but seriously, he said I have mild symptoms that may or may not develop into depression. I’m sharing this with you, internet world, becuase you have absolutely no idea who I am.

Ahh, the safety of anonimity.

Even if you did know who I am, this is fact, so whatever. So, I got sleeping pills of some natural substance the brian makes to fix my fucked up sleeping patterns. That’s it, I have another date with the doctor in like a week, and we’ll see where it goes from there.

Also, my parents have changed around me, in result, I changed too. It’s not abad change, it was just weird. My parents are now giving more liberties and permissions and stuff. I think they didn’t expect their model kid to turn out depressed, or even close to that. So I believe this is an attempt to make me happy, so that it doesn’t develop into depression. Do not judge me, since that is my belief, I am trying very hard to not take advantage of it. No extra benefits being asked, I promise.

So now I am waiting. My parents are waiting too, but mostly me. I am waiting to see what happens, and I am ready to you know, face whatever does happen. So, whether I’m depressed or not, wish me luck. This is a tough world we live in.


Just a photograph. I just really like it (and yes I took it, so it’s mine).

Depressed? Yes, no, maybe.

Finally talked to my mother about my depression thoughts. I think I may be depressed but I’m not completely sure,however I still want to talk to someone, a professional, to get help. I didn’t give her all the details or all the reasons, mainly because she and my dad are a big part of the bad things, but I did come clean at least. I feel I’m on the right track.

Whether I have depression or not, I am getting my confirmation. Mom asked me if I would rather wait or talk to someone soon, I went with soon.

If I am depressed, I’m glad I’m getting help. For everyone out there, if you even think you could be depressed. Talk to a professional, make that call, before it develops into something more serious. If its not depression, you haven’t lost anything.