Truth Behind the Straw

I'm kind of amazed that people actually saw my last posts. I really wasn't expecting that. And if it seemed like I was complaining, I'm really not. I'm just venting. As I said in my previous post, I'm not really the best at expressing my feelings. So I wanted to start a blog that would get some of my attention every day, or every few days. It was my hope that no one would find this, especially people close to me, I wanted to have a safe place. One where I could spill my heart out and not have to worry about my family finding it and feeling hurt, or not understanding. So thank you for not having a negative opinion of me, or a written one at all. It means the world to me.

The reason why I created this blog was to just rant about different things in my life. Meaning my journey with God, my daily headaches, my passions, my family, and my frustrations.  Today what I have is a frustration.  I am the youngest of three. Both of my siblings are adults, living there lives, while I am a high schooler (just out) dealing with the stress and anxiety of life. I work a minimum wage job, no car, living in a small Midwestern town. It's hard. There are stereotypes about being the youngest in the family and how you get everything you want when you're young. I will admit, when I was a child, I did get everything I wanted, or so it seemed, now I see something different. I no longer get the care I need from my family because I'm different from them all. Let me explain. For me, I've always been different from my family. I don't care about much, but I used to care a lot. I used to care about how people were doing and how to take care of them. A...