I'm sorry for.... whatever I did this time

Okay, I was washing my hands, loving my coconut and warm ginger soft soap when I looked up in the mirror and realized that it's been like a year since I've blogged. So here I am. I miss you guys, not that anybody really reads this. I've been good. Schools..... school. Jacob and I are good. Mom knows. My therapist had to tell her. She didn't understand. I mean, it's not like I'm going to have sex with the kid. I don't want to. I'm thirteen, first of all. Second, I think sex is unnecessary. And I'm thirteen. But the fact that she thinks I would offends me, I'm not going to lie. You would think she would trust her own parenting skills, right? She raised me better to not have sex. And I'm thirteen! Those people are at school who are like "Yeah, me and my boyfriend/girlfriend totally got it on last night." like..... why? Why do you think its so cool to have sex at this age? Do you even know like... what to do?! or did you just... you know what, were not going to have this conversation. bottom line, its stupid. end of story. But why is it such a big deal about me dating Jacob? She knew about Geo. no big deal. but BOOM once Jacob shows up, its all of a sudden the end of the whole world. Seriously, my therapist had to tell my mom. and my therapist had to tell me my mom was pregnant. What is this "family" coming to? my mom basically yelled at me for not having perfect skin. Maybe if i was Mandy. this wouldn't happen. What if i did have my first kiss? What would happen? what would they do? Who would I tell? Who could I trust with that? My friends, that's it. You know why? Because they support. They wouldn't get mad. They wouldn't go telling me that I'm being an idiot for letting that happen. Because they know that he wouldn't want to go any farther. I wouldn't let him go any farther. Maybe I can tell them not because "they're just stupid thirteen year olds too" but because they understand thirteen year olds better. Because if something were to happen, we'd link arms and build a wall. Its called always being there for people, Understanding. Maybe if adults thought like a thirteen year old (maybe not guys because I'm seriously tired of hearing the walking hormone excuse) and maybe if they listened, we wouldn't be having this whole problem. I've been ranting. I don't even remember what this blog was originally supposed to be about. Mom is all cool with it now though. Well, cool enough to the point where she doesn't cry every time i say Jacobs name. well, I'm going to go now. Stay Magical <3