Painting is fun. Painting ceilings? Not so much. But I did it, and I have to say it looks good.
Right now I'm study to take the test to go to college, and Im passing. Just not at math. I hate math. The numbers are confusing and when you foget to so a step you mess the whole problem up.
But thats not what I want to focus on in this entry.
I met with my biological mother (who is still legally my sister) and told her that I knew who she was..
She didnt take that very well. She started freaking out, an trying her best to win me over.
I guess she was hoping I would move in with her and her husband and son.
But the worst part was my about my father. I told her didnt want anything to do with him. Yet she still talked about him, told me how much I looked like him. She even called him an 'asshole sperm donor'. That was funny.
I have learned to let it go now. Everything bad.
I want to live life, I guess, and I can't do that while waiting for answers. Because I know now that I'm not going to get them, and thats okay.
Live and learn, yes?
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Though the Eyes that See Little.
General Fiction'Grey. The one thing that doesn't exist to me. Ying-Yang. The colors that I see. Black. White. Nothing in between.' This is a public diary. I talk day to day about my stuggles and my life with Asbergers and Bipolar.
