Blog Spot Well. I haven't written in a while. What is it about being in a funk that helps with your writing process so much? I mean, I'm more creative when I'm in a funk, but it's so nice just being, without thinking about being. So no story this time, unless you count my five month move to freedom, and then back to confinement. Granted, I'm being a bit of a diva (I'm pretty sure it runs in my family), but freedom was great and I miss that. I honestly feel so guilty for wanting to live someplace my family doesn't want me to live. But at the same time, I can't mature and grow here, and everybody knows it, they just don't want to admit it. But the good thing about being suppressed is that I'm incredibly likely to do something extremely dramatic like move to LA and cut my hair when I go to college. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Sometimes with rebellion it's hard to tell. So it's midnight now and it's no longer Fourth of July. Wanna know what I did? Absolutely nothing. I went to my grandmother's for dinner and stuffed about five cupcakes in my mouth. If I didn't know better, I would think that I was a sad twentysomething with no friends and barely a #life because I live in the middle of nowhere. Which I guess that is the story, but I'm sixteen instead. I should go to bed now, instead of staying up on my phone and playing Candy Crush Saga. Maybe I should get a blog for these posts. Do you think I should get a blog? Maybe I'll do that tomorrow. I'm sorry if I bored you with this. But people post plenty of stupid stuff right? Craziness can be a good quality. Sometimes. Okay, going to bed now. Goodnight world, and hello Saturday the fifth. Okay