Upstairs Community

Hello, my name is Brenda. Imagine for a second that you’re me: An adult orphan kicked out of foster care at the tender age of 18. No family. No money. No love. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the big bad world suddenly at your feet. Forced to grow-up practically overnight or face homelessness and extreme adversity.

Fucked, in every sense of the world.

Then, imagine, you’re somehow able to beat the odds and get… Read more

Update: My dad was at work so he answered a few minutes later. He asked what's wrong I told him and he said it was probably wind or rain. It wasn't raining and it wasn't that windy. He told me to calm down and he asked me if I wanted him to come to my moms house and check outside of my window which is upstairs and to check the front yard after he got out of work. He did and said that there was nothing there so he went back to his house. I still haven't gone to sleep mainly because I'm not tired anymore and I just don't want to sleep at the moment and since I'm still a bit freaked out. So that's fun.

Is it bad that when i'm at my mom's house the upstairs bathroom is my safe place? I will sit on a pillow with the door shut and locked with the lights turned off and I will listen to music at full volume to just get away from everything...

funny story about yesterday ( true )

a teacher / or principle walked into my science room ( I was upstairs not in science that period ) and he/she walked into a fire extinguisher and it dropped to the floor nd exploded, then people decided to spray cologne with it, and mf I thought someone went GAHGAHBOOM on the school, but any ways it got into a chemical room nd mixed in with chemicals too...

i inhaled so much of it on accident dude.. nd in certain sents I'm allergic too, GUESS WHOS SICK NOWWWW