About 'The Girl Behind The Laptop.'

Okay. My name as to you is 'The Girl Behind The Laptop.' That's probably all you guys are ever going to know personally. Well, not true. This is a life blog. There is a ton of things that happen to me in my everyday life and you guys are lucky enough to be able to experience it right along with me! How special does that make you feel?! Anyway, I curse a fucking lot. See? But I'm just winging this post here and it sounds pretty fake. Although I wing every other post, I have a general sense of direction on where I'm going with it. This one, I'm trying not to let the cat out of the bag with who I am. I'm 13 years old and I'm entering the 8th grade when I go back to school. I live in a house with 3 other people. Mom, Dad, sister. Okay, stepdad. My dad is actually a cock-sucking scumbag who most likely doesn't give a hot damn about me. Actually, he is a drug dealer and a drifter (he's like a modern nomad, moving from place to place) and in reality, I doubt he really does love me. But, he was driving from somewhere to somewhere and he got into a car accident, ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY AND HE DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO CALL, and yeah. SO, he hasn't pay child support so if he gets 50,000, 18,712 of that goes to fucking me. Yeah, bitches. I'm bouta' be fucking rich up in hurr. I'm not black by the way. I'm a cracker. Anyway, I have dark brown hair. Oh yeah, and go read my post from the June 28th, I dip-dyed the ends red. And brown eyes, pink lips. I'm a writer. I suck at painting my nails. And...I'm a girl going through her teenage years with heartbreaks, and periods, and mistakes and all that wonderful fucking annoying-ass jazz. Okay, bye!