This subject I avoid too often, and I don't tell too many people this but this past year has definitely opened my eyes to a lot. This isn't a sympathy post. The story I'm about to tell happened over four years ago.~~I was 13, I just finished my eighth grade year and I was living with my grandparents, but I decided to move with my mom. I don't remember much of that first day, I just remember...

This entry literally has nothing to do with the new year or resolutions, or anything like that.I just wanted to say that come this 2014, I will be trying to update my Mibba as much as possible - for those of you who care. I've been really busy with my new (not to mention horrible) job, so I lost my train of thoughts with my other stories I was starting. This most recent one though (Misguided...