Personal Narrative: 'I Have A Child'

I often sleep or cook food for my family. My mom’s a great cook. The scrapbook contains memories from when I was 16 years old forward. My blog mostly contains visual art or posts about music. I’m absolutely terrified of spiders. I’m a very messy, unorganized person. I love playing video games. My favorite color is light blue, and I love floral patterns. I really love wearing dresses. They make me feel beautiful. My favorite food is ice cream. I always drink sweet tea. I don’t read outside of schoolwork often, but my favorite book is The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. My favorite movie is Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I love to travel. Theme parks are one of my favorite places to travel to because I absolutely love rollercoasters.

You like to think you are omnipotent, but in reality you’re an apathetic under achiever. You are intimidated by the upperclassmen in your advanced classes. You like to sing when you are stressed because it helps you realize that your voice is worse than your problems. You have one friend, but she has her own life, unlike you. Your humor can be funny, but it can also push others away. You are always alone in the house, with your older siblings all out of the house. You worry about money, your family, and your future.

I am the supportive type, and my letters are ESFP. When I go to the grocery store I usually try to park as close as I can so I don’t need to walk very far. Once I get in the store I always grab a cart even if I only need a few things. I don’t stick to what’s on the list cause I usually choose my food from what looks good. I talk to just a handful of people, and only the people I know. If I don’t talk to them I will just smile at them. If I need something really bad and I can’t find it then I will ask for help, but if I don’t actually need it and I just want it, then I forget about it. If it is a sample day when I go there I will try only one sample, and if I like it then I will buy the product. When I go to checkout I try to find the shortest

I am an awkward, nerdy self-proclaimed non-conformist who lives behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. You can find me sporting distressed denim, earth tone tank tops and my beat up Converse All-Stars. I capture life’s fleeting moments with my sunflower yellow Polaroid camera. I am a lover of laughter and a purveyor of puns. The smallest things bring tears to my eyes; I am not afraid to show my emotions through my obvious facial expressions. My height is five feet two inches; my shoe size is 7; my green eyes are outlined with an amber circle; my hair is brown and wavy. I look up to everything and down at nothing. I write with my right hand but draw better with my left. My life is a tangled, extensive web of emotions

It’s one of those days again isn’t it? I thought so. Why am I such a freak? If I were more normal maybe I would have some friends, maybe I’d even have a girlfriend. It’s one of those days where I just don’t want to get out of bed. I want to sleep forever and never have to face the fact that I exist. But I do, I do exist and it sucks.

why is my heart so full to bursting when there’s nothing left inside it. I want you to at least appreciate that I actually care but my heart is so tired all the time. I’m so tired all the time my body is a battle zone and its blowing up at the seams. I wanted to be beautiful I wanted to be captivating. Something in my brain is gnawing at the lining. I killed a part of myself and I mourn him everyday I don’t know where I went but I wish I gave myself a map. I’m lost in space and the stars aren’t shooting for me anymore they’re shooting at me and I’m praying to god that one of them hits me in the chest. I hate myself more then I thought I could. I believed in fairies and I believed in monsters and I always close my eyes when I write poetry

As Dr. Seuss whimsically wrote, “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you”. I am a unique individual whose overall condition consists of a hodge-podge of quirks, emotions, and values.

I hate the sound of metal against metal. I’m pentecostal. My hair has been almost every color besides green. I’m a student who loves school. Final destination has ruined me. I won’t get in a tanning bed. I hate being in a car behind a log truck. I can’t read or write in cursive. I lost my grandmother due to a house fire. I couldn’t wait to be a teenager. I don’t think I’ll ever get my license. I share the same birthday with JWoww. I talk so much that I sometimes annoy myself. I miss the days when everything was so much easier. I love to make friends, but I’m too shy. If you didn’t already notice, I hate change. I’m terrified of clowns. As I grow up, I hope to make a change in someone's life. I cried at a football game. Music speaks to me. I dislike bullies. I can’t sleep when it rains. I was a bridesmaid in my uncle’s wedding. I dislike watching Television. I can’t walk in heels. I look alot like my father, except for my shortness. I’m very insecure about myself. I hate showing my emotions. I’ve never shot a gun. I believe in God. I think about the world and what it is coming to. I don’t like to talk about my past. When I grow up I hope to be known for what I do, and do what I’m known

At young age, I’m a child full of enthusiastic and energy. Either sad of happy, a smile always sticks to my face, trying to make my loved ones happy. You could just label me as a kid with a very bad sense of humor as I tend to offend people. So I keep changing my social circle to avoid discrimination. At last, I threw myself in solitary confinement.

I always care about people. I like the help people. I think that if someone needs help, they should be helped. It is a nice thing to do. I also think I’m nice. I feel that the key to success is to be nice. It costs $0.00 to be nice. I’m just someone who revolves around dance, goes to school, and eats Chick Fil a and watches Grey’s Anatomy pass time. I see myself as a dedicated athlete. I am very passionate about what I do, not cocky like others would say. I love to workout (everything but cardio). I am a food enthusiast. I love to eat food, I love to try new food, and I love to cook food. I think of myself as a driven person. If I see something I want or a goal, I try my best to achieve it. I know what I want and I know what I need in order for me to get whatever it is. I am also an animal lover. I love animals, especially cats. I love seeing them and playing with them. I see myself different from what others see. I feel like that is because I know me, better than other people that judge me know

I am a warm hearted person, a superb student—and a victim of a mental illness. I bet you didn't see the last one coming, did you? Didn't think so. Of course on the outside I look like the basic mill-of-the-run teenage girl: long hair, even longer eyelashes, a flamboyant romper, and, of course, a pair of Tory Burch sandals. I even act like an average teenage girl: obsessed with coffee, shopping, grades, and my social life. However, I am much more complex than that.

Sometimes on a quiet evening when I can sense things in parts of world settling down I ponder the question "who am I?" I am uncertain of many things, but one that I am not is "who I am". I, on the outside, am formed of features of my father and mother, but my inner self is molded from bits and pieces of every experience I 've lived and the people who have shaped my character. From a young age, I was the victim of the oh-so-ever common, almost trendy, bullying and abuse. I 've loved deeply and I 've lost gravely. My heart feels like it 's been

My individual identity, on the other hand, is much more complex and something I myself am still trying to understand and evolve. I know I am funny, caring, trustworthy, reliable, loyal, and kind. But those words can be used to describe millions of other people, so I needed to peel back another layer and explore me more. I am clumsy, my room is always a mess but I myself am pretty organized, my biggest guilty pleasure trashy reality television, terrified of all birds, a horrible speller, and the sound of other people eating makes me crazy. I love love in all it’s forms. I love being in love, I love seeing other people expressing their love, and I love being surrounded by the love of my family and friends. This appreciation of love also makes me very soft hearted and susceptible to crying, usually on average, about two times a day. Disney movies, anything to do with weddings, commercials, click bate videos online, hugs, songs, and even sometimes my own thoughts never cease to bring tears to my eyes. I am open minded, understanding, humble, compassionate, and have a strong moral compass thanks to my mother and father. I recently was given a record player,

When I am having a good day people think of my personality as a cat. They think of me like this because when something doesn’t interest me I zone out. I find myself lazy because I don’t do my chores and I also do things at the last minute. Even though I can be very lazy I can also be playful. When it is nice outside I like to skate, walk around, or just sit outside. So in other words even though I can be lazy and I have a low attention span, if something catches my attention I can interact more. When I’m having a bad day I like to think of myself as a penguin because I am aggressive yet shy. If I am in a bad mood the smallest things can make me explode. Therefore, even though I can be

“ I’m having all boys no girls” is what my mother would say, but sadly I came. I was a handful growing up. I was always crying because I wanted everything to myself. When I couldn’t get what I want I would throw a fit. I didn’t have the understanding of someone saying “no.” Usually when you 're young you thought you could do and have everything and get away with it. I was always being a mother to my little brother. This one time my little brother was sleep in his crib and I climbed in there and clipped his nails, but I almost clipped off his finger. As a child, I didn’t know what was the wrongs and rights. I also loved playing with my baby dolls and doing their hair. I used to always wash their hair and flat iron it, even though my mother told me not to touch them. I always