Like everybody knows, you have classes in school. Our school has also divided the classes into 3 groups. Every groups has to work on a bunch of assignments. At the and of the semester you have to sit down with your group and reflect on the weeks you worked together.
Me and my groups did a game. It's called the quality game. The game consist out of cards. Each card has a quality. Good and bad. The cards I received:

- Cheerful
- Alive
- Respectful
- independent
- Knows how to convince
- able to put things into perspective
- use tact in dealing with something
- enthusiastic
- Intelligent
- playful
- interested

I was like...WHAT o.O
Oh well...it's just new proof that I'm an amazing actress. I'm just too good in hiding things. In telling lies. In making people see what they want to see. This is just proof.

*raises one eyebrow*

I wonder to what kind of family I belong. I mean...I don't really have a home. My family sort of hates me...I feel more at home at my best friends house, even though I don't really belong there either. Her mother is cool though... She makes me feel like I'm really her daughter. She gets angry with me, hugs me...makes me feel at home.
But I know I don't belong there.

My mom is just a freaking weirdo. One day she is supersweet, but the day after she acts like she's gonna blow your brains out. My dad...well...he's my father....enough said there *whispers: Asshole* My brother can be pretty sweet, but he acts too much like me. Being insecure, trying to hide it. And it's also weird seeing stacie. Like a fucking mini-me. Damn that little brad. Why does she want to look like me? The only thing I can say is that her life will not get any better when she really becomes me.

And so I still wonder. To what family do I belong. Do I really have a family? Are my friends my family? The people I work with? Or maybe I'm just all by my self....

I wonder...

My bruised arm...How come, you ask? Well, let's see...The floor was slippery at work so I slipped...this is the result ><