Family

Well, my family is sort of dysfunctional, or a least it used to be. My mom and dad split up before I was born. I live with my dad and see my mom during Christmas. I guess it's OK that way, but my mom really doesn't know how much I miss her.

I don't want to get all sappy and start telling you all my emotions, because I'm much better off then some kids in this unforgiving world, but I thought explaining my "home life" would help tell something about me.

My older brother's name is David. He's 18 and my best friend in the world. Thank God he doesn't have this blog address, because I could never admit that to his face. Him and my dad don't get along so well. Dave blames him for Mom leaving and feeling awkward around me, so he moved out and lives with his disgusting girlfriend, Chelsea. Ugh I thoroughly despise her. I think Dave used her as an excuse to get out. Without her, he would have no place to go. David is kind of a bum sometimes, but he got a job as a journalist! I'm proud of him.