Everyone is always like, "I'm the average _ year-old" or something like that. But when it comes down to me, I have no idea if I'm an average fourteen year-old or not. But in all reality, does it even matter? Who cares if you're average? Below average? Above? I sure don't. There's not even a reliable definition for "average" anymore! Wanna know why? Fourteen year-olds are incredibly complex creatures. So are humans in general.

So maybe I'm average, or above, or below. I don't care.

What I do know about myself is that I am unique. I know, I know, it sounds corny. Like what a therapist would tell you. "Oh, you're so unique and valuable and special! You're here for a reason!" No, I'm here because my parents got jiggy with it.

Haha, no that's actually a joke on my part - I do believe that everyone is here for a reason. As a Christian, I trust that God didn't put me here by mistake, even though I do have days when I certainly feel so. (By the way, I'm not one of those Christians that tries to force beliefs on others. I hate that so much -.-)

Life gets way too complicated sometimes. Way more than it used to be, I'm sure. Do you know what I was worrying about the other day? College. I am fourteen years old, and I'm worrying about college. I mean sure, it's never a bad thing to think about your future, but here I am, just starting freshman year of high school, freaked out about moving out of the house and living on my own and having to buy laundry detergent. That just terrifies me.

Most teenagers are supposed to hate their parents. I do not. At all.

Being overweight as a teenager is hard. Just recently, I've actually improved my self-image, and I now see myself as just slightly overweight (and sometimes I even see myself as a regular, healthy weight with just a little extra meat) instead of fat. I really hate that word, despite having used it for the past few years. But no matter how much you try to love yourself, there's all those commercials for Victoria's Secret saying that you need to look like this in order to be considered "sexy" or beautiful. I don't even know anymore.

I have no idea why I am writing so much. Isn't this supposed to be brief or something? Ah well.