A brief bibiography.

Junior high was hell for me. I don't think I realized it at the time, but it was really, really bad. I did nothing but follow, I did nothing but worry about the way that I looked, I did nothing but feel akward and uncomfortable for three long, painful years. I read a lot of books during this time. Huge books-books big enough to kill people, books that most people wince at when they catch a glimpse. Good lord, who would even dream...? Yes, that was me. I was that girl. Books gave me, and still do, solace from the mundane, the stressful, the painful and the lackluster things that I dislike so much. What has changed is that I love my life so much more now. I am comfortable with my self, my ideas and my friends. I wouldn't change anything about my life right now.

High school brought good things and bad things. My friends from junior high, the ones I followed and loved and looked up to, all started smoking a variety of things, drinking an even larger variety of drinks, having sex and losing whatever innocence they ever had. I was very lost, still following friends that were no longer my friends and hiding in corners so they wouldn't call me out, ask me if I wanted some of this or telling me I should be less afraid. I was pathetic, but I escaped. It is hard to let go of something that you have clung to for so long.

Things got better, but I was still a follower. I don't think I was ever myself in high school, or junior high. Elementary was a different story; I talked too much, I said what I wanted and I never did my homework. I wasn't tornado of the month until sixth grade! Interesting, don't you think?

Anyhow, I think what I am trying to say is that I am where I want to be. It took a while, but...don't all good things come to those who wait?