Real talk

So I never blog anymore like what is that why don't I blog I don't know.  It's kinda like why do I talk to myself or why can't I use good grammar?  Questions that will always go unanswerd I guess.  Okay so I was thinking about my blog the other day.  And I started to think about how fake I am with people.  I'm fake on my blog and in person.  I act like I'm this like inspirational fountain of amazingness(pretty sure that's not a word, there I go with my grammar again).  But hey guys I'm really not.  I use the word like like every other sentence.....like.  I really couldn't care less about my generation honestly because it's doomed any way.  And for every one who thinks I'm like suicidal and all that jazz news flash I'm not okay.  I'm a teenager.  A really hormonal one.  Like take the most hormonal teen you've ever met and multiply that by like 6 no 7 no 6 I like 6 we'll do 6 okay so take that teen and multiply them by 6 and that's me.  I have like 20 million thoughts in my head at once and sometimes the sad ones pop out and I'm sad and sometimes the crazy ones pop out and I'm crazy.  Don't ask me why that's just how I am okay?  So now we have all this confusion cleared up we can finally have real talk okay you cool with that?  Well if you're still reading my blog after that mess I'm guessing you are.  I am a freak okay I'm crazy and I'm loud but I'm done pretending to be this model citizen okay? Okay....I think I'm good.  That felt good.  We should do this again some time.

With all the love and care in the world,

Lil red