Saturday, 28 March 2009
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A Hundred Million Suns
By Snow Patrol
What if the Storm Ends
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So...
I'm guessing I didn't keep up with this as much as I thought I was going to.
My baddd....really.
Life?
Well...these last two weeks have been absolute and utter hell for me. I understand most of the Xanga world doesn't care much for the ramblings of a teenage girl from Durham, North Carolina, but ehh...what do I know?
Perhaps out there...there is a dangerous world that I don't know much of...but in that world, is someone who can relate to my life, and who knows exactly what I'm going through. For their sakes, I hope they can get the hell out.
My world isn't a very happy one, but it's alright. I have so much to complain about, but yet...so much to be grateful for.
I'm incredibly lucky, and have had some amazing experiences that I have to write down. This isn't going to be the happiest blog to read, or write for that matter...but it's something I have to do for myself I think. Get my thoughts out there...uncensored.
To understand...I have to tell of my past, and I honestly don't know whether I'm ready for that..so I'll tell you my present.
Dani Ferraro.
Who is that?
That's me.
Average 15 year old living in the suburbs of a basic city. I go to school, get alright grades and live pretty comfortably. I'm not super rich, nor am I living off of the streets. I have two or three amazing best friend who know everything there is to know about me...and more. I have someone I'm interested in...but that's another story for another day.
To know me...you have to know my beginnings: the family.
My family is a big part of who I am, whether I like it or not.
Dad: Let's just get this out in the open...I hate my father. Not in that little girl: I hate you, huff away, best friends five minutes later hate. No...I truly hate this man. He daily makes my life a living hell for his own enjoyment. I'm honestly not sure he realizes how much he's ripping me apart on the inside. Snide remarks about my weight, my grades, and just torture until I crack. He makes me cry weekly, and I'm not normally one for tears.
Mom: The only reason I'm alive. Not only in the maternal, biological sense, but in the fact that she keeps me going even through what my dad puts me through. I get the majority of my personality from her, the good and the bad. My friends adore her, and she is willing to do whatever she can to keep me afloat.
Tonyfacee: The annoying, perfectionist, older brother. Yes..I have one of those too. Irritating at best, he's been gone way too long. He left in August of the year I turned eleven for boarding school in New Hampshire...I'm 15, almost 16 now. I've seen him more than I'd like during the summer, and never enough the other months of the year. He's not coming home for the summer this year. Instead, he's taking a ten week long internship at Yale, and will spend at least half of that in Chile.
The Ferraro Clan: My dad's side of the family, the Ferraro clan is a loud, incredibly Italian family. My dad is the eldest of five, with four little sisters. Their offspring I see most often, half in California, the other in New Hampshire.
The Eastlick Crowd: My mum's family, a bunch of farmers who haven't strayed far from Montana. I see them once every 6 or 7 years.
That's my background, the foundation for all that I'm going to write.
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