Post by Charlotte on Aug 27, 2008 16:50:42 GMT -5
Well, I am Charlotte, or have been for the last year or so. Long story, and I guess I have the space for it, so curl up kiddies, it's story time.
I was born in one of those ugly white hospital rooms, with the world staring up my mom's yea. I came out screaming, and I was dubbed, Charlotte Rebbecca. But on one condition, I would go by Carlie. So I spent fourteen long years to find out that the goodie-two-shoes Carlie was never well liked. I have faced a lot of abuse, whether it be verbal, technological, or sexual, I have seen it from my peers. About midway through my first year of high school I came to find the bad-ass Charlotte. I made mistakes, and everyday I wish I could take them back. But some of them, I like. I smoked, did no drugs, and got locked up in the phsyc. ward in our local hospital for march break. I told only my true friends and let the dean tell my teachers what was needed to be known. But words flies that the emo girl was on pills, and was locked up. I have looked death in the eye and spat. I lost good friends, became a slut, and now I am the whore. Even as I type this, I smile. But to understand why, I guess you start with the couple that started it.
My daddy met mommy in high school, and they never left each other's side, not even letting different schools stop them. Things added up and a marriage and a child some time later happened. But when Mommy was big again, Daddy left, for his girlfriend. At four years old, I saw and lived through the court. Mommy called daddy horrible things, and I was given to my mom. Dad stayed with his girlfriend, and i grew up as the preppy daughter my mom wanted. But I learned that my step-father was the man that earned the title of farther, so I swapped houses. Now Daddy had another affair, and it caused some issues, my grandfather's death didn't help. So, a year later during march break, dad was kicked out of the house, I went with him.
This is where I stand. I am living with my now single Daddy, being a Daddy's girl. I can kick but in swimming and sleeping. O lose at play station, but I root from the sidelines. I have learned many things, one is that I am not going to change for anyone, I could not be the daughter my Mom wanted, but I can be the Punk-Rocker that I am. My dad loves me, and that is all I can ask for. I live off Cokes and my laptop. A job is well needed, but the bright blue bangs are stopping me for now. My family knows where to turn for stupid 'space cadet' comments, movie reviews, and the best of Batman. Think of stalker obsession and you have found me. I have seen Dark Knight and regret that large pop, and I am awaiting the next movie, so far called "The Caped Crusaders", not exactly Christopher Nolan style, but with rumors of Cher as Cat woman, anything goes.
This is me. Take or leave it. You want a piece of my heart; You better start from the start; You wanna be in the show, c'mon baby let's go!
-Charlotte
♥
I was born in one of those ugly white hospital rooms, with the world staring up my mom's yea. I came out screaming, and I was dubbed, Charlotte Rebbecca. But on one condition, I would go by Carlie. So I spent fourteen long years to find out that the goodie-two-shoes Carlie was never well liked. I have faced a lot of abuse, whether it be verbal, technological, or sexual, I have seen it from my peers. About midway through my first year of high school I came to find the bad-ass Charlotte. I made mistakes, and everyday I wish I could take them back. But some of them, I like. I smoked, did no drugs, and got locked up in the phsyc. ward in our local hospital for march break. I told only my true friends and let the dean tell my teachers what was needed to be known. But words flies that the emo girl was on pills, and was locked up. I have looked death in the eye and spat. I lost good friends, became a slut, and now I am the whore. Even as I type this, I smile. But to understand why, I guess you start with the couple that started it.
My daddy met mommy in high school, and they never left each other's side, not even letting different schools stop them. Things added up and a marriage and a child some time later happened. But when Mommy was big again, Daddy left, for his girlfriend. At four years old, I saw and lived through the court. Mommy called daddy horrible things, and I was given to my mom. Dad stayed with his girlfriend, and i grew up as the preppy daughter my mom wanted. But I learned that my step-father was the man that earned the title of farther, so I swapped houses. Now Daddy had another affair, and it caused some issues, my grandfather's death didn't help. So, a year later during march break, dad was kicked out of the house, I went with him.
This is where I stand. I am living with my now single Daddy, being a Daddy's girl. I can kick but in swimming and sleeping. O lose at play station, but I root from the sidelines. I have learned many things, one is that I am not going to change for anyone, I could not be the daughter my Mom wanted, but I can be the Punk-Rocker that I am. My dad loves me, and that is all I can ask for. I live off Cokes and my laptop. A job is well needed, but the bright blue bangs are stopping me for now. My family knows where to turn for stupid 'space cadet' comments, movie reviews, and the best of Batman. Think of stalker obsession and you have found me. I have seen Dark Knight and regret that large pop, and I am awaiting the next movie, so far called "The Caped Crusaders", not exactly Christopher Nolan style, but with rumors of Cher as Cat woman, anything goes.
This is me. Take or leave it. You want a piece of my heart; You better start from the start; You wanna be in the show, c'mon baby let's go!
-Charlotte
♥
