What My Life is Really Like

So . . . I am not much of a blogger.Ha! I haven't written anything since Dec. I am guessing zip people have seen this, but I am okay with it since this is kind of like a diary with every so often actual entries in it. I am leaving my school to go to a kind of old-school school! Ha, a pun! I think! I am going to live with my aunt. It is a very odd situation. I was feeling kind of depressed, but not like the extreme "I am going to kill or cut myself" thing. I just felt lonely. A lot. Sometimes I still do, but it isn't as bad. Next year is when I start my new school. It was not bad shadowing there. The people were nice and it was kind of fun. I almost was on the soccer team this year. I was at practice one day, when I suddenly was just so tired of working. I felt like I could hardly walk let alone run and  dribble a ball between my feet. I went up to Coach and told him I quit. Did I spell quit right? I can't remember and am too lazy to check. Anyway, I said " Coach, I can't do this anymore and I'm so tired." I thought I was about to cry. (I did later though) He told me I would get better and would be in better shape after some more practice and games. We hadn't even had our first game yet. He told me to come back once I got some water, but I was so ashamed that I just called my aunt told her , well, most of what happened just not the no return part that I did. I left without telling him. My mom picked me up. I felt better when I was talking to some guy friends while waiting on her. We talked about how no one liked my coach and joked around about other stuff. Everyone asked why I quit. I tried to be very vague about it. I avoided talking to my brother thinking that if my mom told him which she did that he would be disappointed and upset. You see, he played  soccer in high school. He is in college now. He said it was hard practice. When he finally confronted me about it, He was okay with it he was just a little upset about me not telling him. I love my brother so much. We are very close and tell each other most things like what my parents don't know!Haha! I always am so scared to tell what I really feel or think, but I think I'm starting to realize that maybe it is better sometimes. If I didn't tell anyone how unhappy I really was at my school, then, I might not of every gotten this opportunity to start over with my aunt and uncle, who I am very close to, and , maybe, finally have a BFF who I can tell my deepest secrets to or sleepover with. My life with my mom and dad just won't allow what I think I need, but I won't tell them that because it would hurt their feelings so much, and it will change anyway. That is one thing I'm not telling them even if it does go against what I just told you. More to come at some point!Hopefully!
Hoping for a better life for everyone out there whether you know of me or not,
xoxoxo
Bree

Hope for the Homeless

Um...Hi, I`m not really sure why I started this blog. I honestly mostly wanted to start this so I could design the blog. I think it`s fun. So, there are some things I could talk about on this blog like my life which really isn`t that interesting or things that are important to me. Well, I guess I`ll talk about Christmastime. I was really inspired by some homeless people that spoke at our school. You know how people say if it really inspired me then you`d do something about it? Well, I really would love to, but I guess I`m just a sissy. Although, I did bring two sets of packs our school is collecting for the homeless for the holidays. We were supposed to bring things like toothbrushes, toothpaste, sleeping bags, and necessities like that. I mean I`ve thought about it before, but not really as in depth as it did then. Truthfully, It made me uncomfortable and well selfish and ignorant. I`m sitting there ready to go home from a really nice, good christian school to play on the Wii, watch TV, or get on my laptop while some people can`t even sleep on an actual bed or afford to buy toothpaste! I go home and eat snacks in between mealtimes while the only time some kids eat is at lunchtime at school! I know how people are like maybe next year and others are like yea right if not now then when ,but maybe next time I will be courageous enough to take action. So if anyone ever does read it which I highly doubt will happen, please think of the less fortunate. Even if all you do is give them a kind smile because something as small as that could give a person hope, love, and faith, especially during this Christmastime. For the ones that need it: for me, for you, for the rich, for the poor, for the hopeless, for the faithful, for the believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
xoxoxo
Breecc