Not Your Average African-American

Damn, tumblr. You make me feel bad. I’ll post already, dang!

Lol, I am so suprised with myself. Yesterday was not a good day; the same with the rest of this week. I’ve had a very bad week. And in spite of it all, I can still smile.

For starters, on Monday, I ended up pissing my grandma off over a pair of pants. (I swear) She hit me several times and then tried to choke me. So I had finally had enough. I don’t know where I got the courage, but I stormed my scrawny ass outta that house so fast, and straight over to Castlebergs, where we both called Child Services and got them involved. I’m glad I did. Ms. Castleberg is an awesome woman, and I just might be staying with her during the week and going to stay with (yuck) grandma on the weekends [Friday evening to Sunday-noon-time].

Grandma down-plays the fact that she really could have hurt me. Well, you know she DID hurt me. I could barely breath later on. Like it was something that wasn’t all that serious; which it totally was…

Tomorrow’s my 17th birthday. I’m looking forward to the makeover I was promised. And lots of money, so I can finally go shopping again. :) I’ve still got my friends and I’ve still got my new mommy. I’ll be just fine.