Monday, 11 June 2012

The real me

Honestly my blog is the one of the only places that I can express how I really feel. It's like a diary that the world can comment on. But even though anyone could see my blog at any given time it still feels like "my zone".

On my blog I don't need to worry about correct grammar, or the boy in 7th period, I'm free to be me.

Being a teenage girl sucks, flat out I'm not going to lie. You have to deal with periods, boys, and life seems like a popularity contest. At the end of the day when you get home, your not done. You have chores and family problems and homework! Maybe if your lucky you will get time to shower and get out of your greasy mcdonalds uniform.

I love those days when you actually get to sleep in. It feels so good to wake up at noon knowing you should start your day but instead you grab a good book and cuddle up to your favorite stuffy.

Being a teenager is so stressful and I feel that most adults do not understand how crazy it can be.

Over all the stress and suckyness of it is kind of a good thing because it teaches me to deal with life's ups
And downs and have fun doing it

Late night thinking

So I've been thinking lately. Am
I the only one that sits up at night and plans my prom, wedding, future house and kids? It seems as the rest of the world is asleep I am awake just daydreaming, I guess it still counts as rest in some ways.

Usually when I think about those things it makes me excited but recently I found out I've been diagnosed with multiple hypoechoic nodules in my thyroid and that could mean many things. I could have a slow thyroid, fast thyroid or even a cancerous thyroid.

It's crazy because those things could change my life, my mom has a very bad case of graves disease which is a hyperthyroidism. Knowing that it is hereditary kind of scares me because I don't want my future kids to have any health problems.

Today as I was speaking with Conner's (my boyfriend of two years) mom Jen (pretty much my mom) I felt bad in talking to her about this awful hereditary thing. I'm sure she knows that if me and Conner get married and have kids we will have to face health problems with her grandchildren.

It scares me in knowing something could be wrong with me and I don't know it yet. I have an appointment for the end of July with a specialist and I'm hoping that he/she will help me.