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Blog entry #1

A wise man once said to me, "in your free time you should write. Write about your life so far"... He said this because I told him I loved to write. And I do. But I can never stick at it or write stuff in consecutive order. I always go back and fill in more as I remember it. I guess that's editing after all. Well here are the guidelines of my blog entries. Each person will have a fake name so nobody's identity is exposed. Each entry will also contain explicit language but that's okay, isn't it? I will talk about myself in 1st, 2nd and 3rd person. Well here goes... On the 7th day of the 7th month of 1990, a little girl was born. Her mother Trish had just given birth to a girl named Bea. Bea's father Greg was outside in the waiting room alongside Trish's parents, Darrel and Sharon. As a result of no oxygen being in the room at the time of birth, Bea swallowed her poop and couldn't breathe therefore sending her almost deaf. Today she is considered hearing impaired and wears hearing aids. From what I remember I was a bright bubbly girl who was also very shy. I had bright blonde hair with brown eyes and I attended a school for the deaf in Cottesloe, Perth from a young age. I hardly remember my Mum growing up that much. However I do remember my grandparents and my Mum's best friend Beth. I thought she was a fairy godmother. Everything about her sparkled and she had a magic about her. She would show me the ways of being a fairy, whilst dressing me up and covering me in glitter. Mum would be at work, I think?. Come grade 1, I was sent to Yangebup Primary School. My very first day, my assigned teacher rejected me as a student saying she cannot teach a hard of hearing child. All I remember was the confusion of putting all my things on my desk and then collecting it up again to put out on another desk in another classroom. Mum was angry. But my grade 1 teacher Miss Tailor was a godsend. She was so kind. I was bullied by a boy called Ross and I met my lifelong best friend, Jenna. I was so shy when I was in primary school. I stuffed up a lot trying to talk and make conversation. I was the quiet one. Very different from what I am today. Jenna was a cool kid in my eyes doing all these tricks on the playground, I had to know her. And so I did. Forever. Throughout primary school my childhood was good, Mum only had about 3 boyfriends that I can remember but one of them proposed to her, my sisters Dad, Mick. Mick and Mum had my sister Isabella when I was 8 yrs old. I didn't like her too much. The light that was shone on me was now shone on her. But I love her more than anything today and I regret my chance to be a better sister to her from young age have gone.

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Anxiety

So we meet again.Anxiety when asked or presented with the idea of hanging out or chilling with someone I dont really know all that well. Large groups of people, even small groups of people freak me out. So that throws going to the pub or a doof out the picture. FML. Almost had the chance this arvo to go out with a old family friend (step cousin) but she cancelled. Shame cos I needed someone i knew really well to help me get back into that lifestyle. If I dont, ill be stuck with a boring loveless and friendshipless life!

Well this is now sorta feeling I am writing this as a blog entry! Omg am i actually using Tumblr properly! Never thought I would see the day. And whover actually reads this wont hear from me for days too. LOL.

My dog keeps fucking barking at me to let him in. He is annoying the hell out of me right now! #imakillyouhustler

Although... on the same”blog” token... I could never actually write one...even though I actually love typing on a keyboard, I am afraid that I will dribble shit or get myself in the shit. I don’t exactly live a crime-free life. #hustlerforlife

Anywho...

Bye for now..

Bee

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