The Beggining

I grew up as an introvert. My first friend was not until the fourth grade, I met her in band class, and to this day we are still friends. Most of the people I meet today want something from you, it's hard to find a real friend these days. Over the countless of people I consider friends, how many of them can I really call a good friend? A close friend? Those who will be there for me in a time of need. I have to admit, I don't consider myself a good friend, so who am I to demand attention from those who are? I have little patience and I get restless. I get annoyed hearing people complain, but there I am annoying others with my whining. I am lucky to have them be there for me, but I feel like a failure for not being there for them. I know Karma will get to me for this, or is it God who brought these people to me for a reason?

yeah and you're a bitch, fucking heartless you don't know how to appreciate help or support

i'r rather be a jerk than be liek you

Just got that today... oh snap...Karma

New to Blogging

Well this is my first time ever to publish my own thoughts and the story of my life. Honestly, I don't believe any one would be interested but this sure sounds more exciting than writing on a journal that I will most likely never read. I will call this a journal though, as I write different chapters of my life, makes me feel more comfortable and warm, like I am doing something for myself. I have nothing better than to write about my silly attempts at life and my everyday failures, I just hope this doesn't fail as well. My only problem is that, I do not know where to start.