let's start at the beginning

                    Hello and thanks to everyone who bothered to read this. My name is Victoria Smith-Tyson and no I am not married. My last name comes from my father's and my mother's last name. I was born in  Limón, Costa Rica. You will not hear about how exotic my life is because my family moved from there when I was two and did not keep in contact with my relatives that lives there. I have lived in America since then, mostly in Georgia. I am writing this blog to get out the emotions I otherwise hold in. I am nineteen years old and so far I have completed one year of college and joined the national guard. I will spend the next year and a month in training and once I return I will go back to school. So you see I do have a plan for my life. After completing my undergraduate years, I am going to move on to medical school and one day I will be a doctor. I am not a wayward teen with no life. I just never get to express my emotions and now I am going to change that.
           For example, last week on Thanksgiving day my boyfriend decided he was going to break up with me because I decided to go to the movies with my cousin instead of spending all night with him. Mind you, we were together all morning, afternoon, and the night before. Apparently he needs a lot of attention. Not wanting to spoil the holiday, I held in all the pain and anger until the night after when he decided he was going to come over and play the victim. (Did I mention his family and my family are friends, so I still have to see him when he decides he wants to visit?) So I might have snapped on him and told him where he could go. Suffice it to say that did not end well for me. Now my sisters are trying to get us back together. (here comes the part when I decided to start a blog.) Today I asked his brother if I could use his phone and when I went to massages I noticed that they have been texting each other. Now I feel like an idiot because he was talking shit about me and asking his brother about my mood so he could come over to fuck. Horrible, right?
             The worse thing about it is I really just wasn't to talk to my mom about all of this, but she died when I was fourteen. So now I am all alone. Everyone tells me I should show more emotions, but if I showed how I felt all the time I would always be depressed. So I started this blog. I promise this will be my last sad post. From now on I will focus on myself and try harder to put more positive out into the world. Every post will have a positive note. I am going to change my life around before it gets to late. I hope you guys enjoy reading this and following my journey through life. Happy holidays.

Positive note: I am moving in with some friends this month and I have extra money for Christmas this year. Yeah for me :-)