Most things can start off easily, explaining who I am not so much. Life is as it should be for a 17 year old; boring. My mother's crazy and my sister loves/hates me.
My name's Maisie. (May-zee) Constantly having to help people pronounce my name after reading it, so I'm in my last year of high school and things are about to get interesting. I get to start making the big decisions about who I am, what I want to be, blah, blah, blah. To be honest, I have no idea. But I feel the healthy people in the world wouldn't either, why is it when we as teens are still trying to figure our own bodies, we have to come up with an idea on what to do with the rest of our lives. It's evil.
I have no idea what I'm writing. I kind of made this out of boredom and so that I stop the frustration with my mother from expelling from my mouth, that will most likely end up in a fight and then I'll end up grounded.
The title is right when it comes to my blog, I am unnoticed, and it's not like some angst ridded teen kind of unnoticed. People kind of look over me, and I'd love to change it but I've seen the people who get attention and frankly they look more unhappy than I am. But, enough about my pity party, there is plenty of time for me to whine and bitch about my imperfect life. Now, though, is not the time.
