What I define as a upbeat, lovely, kind modern and compassionate young average teenage girl, also known as me, is defined, by others known as family, as not straight. Yet I couldn't be any further away from not straight.
So rocked up to school two days ago and all I said all day was square, after some bewilderment and confusion from my friends. My definition of square was given, in between the hyperventialting, that it meant this very good looking guy I had met. Who was just tank and square. Thus the word square!
So in relation to the title, I was kicked out of home well rather given a stupid ultimatium because my family thought I would come back to them begging for forgiveness. And I refused and wound up far from home.
I was told to leave home or never pick up my friend, who is a girl and who they also thought was my partner. Mind you I'm still waiting for MISTER right, though they never asked me about it.
So i'm far from home but it brings me to ask then what is my home? I'm like a brand new person, almost! So is my idnentity actually there in the house I live in? Do I belong to a inatitmate object? Well, yeah I do but that's a whole new blog post!
My family saw my decision as me chosing my girl friend over them, thus the intergalactic communication. It's like we are on different plantets and trying to communicate and we went drastically wrong. They think I'm les, I'm crushing on "square" and the result is that I'm "homeless".
One day, when I can find a solution, I will return home and move to the same planet as my parents =)
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