First Blog.

In all honesty, I have no idea of how to start this blog. But I suppose i'll give it a good a shot as I have with everything else i've ever tried. let's see how far that approach gets me.
 Right now my name is irrelevent, call me whatever you like, i'm not fussed. - Now i'm a teenager, yes. Just as angsty as the next kid, and before you pre-judge- no, i'm not some sex obsessed, binge-drinker. So i've had my fair share of experiences, to do with anything and most likely everything, but that doesn't mean that you could automatically prosume what i'm like, what i've been through, or what my story is. It's the one thing that pisses me off is when a complete stranger thinks they can relate to you when they can't, no one really can - except yourself.
 Recently my Great-aunty Mary passed away. I've only ever had to deal with death once before that, and that was the devestating bereavment that left a hole in my heart, of one of my closest friends, Miss. Jenna Haywood who died in the summer of 2009. She was one of the most beautiful people, i've ever known in my entire life, and i'm sure no matter how many people I meet, or how old I get, she will always be one of the strongest, most beautiful girls I'll ever meet. As with my Aunty. Never in my life have I met such a strong woman, ever. Whenever I went to visit her at my Grandma's house, she'd either have a drip with her that she'd have to push around with her everywhere she went, tubes sticking out of her arms, stomach and neck, or some kind of needle in her body that was pumping in more pain-killers than anyone needed to make them feel better. The only difference with my Aunty, is that she needed this medication to keep her alive, let alone feeling better.
 Not once did I ever hear her say she was in pain. She died of old age, around about March of this year, and even with about 101 different things wrong with her, she put up the fight for the longest time I thought possible, and she passed away as pain free as she deserved. Not once did I ever want to see that amazing woman in pain, and not once did I ever see her in pain. She stuck through everything that was thrown at her. Illness, cancer, chemotherapy, virsuses, operations, diseases and life-threating injuries, she battled through all of it, just so she could sit with a smile on her face infront of the TV with us every Sunday for our Sunday Dinner that my Grandma would cook us.
 There hasn't been a day since my dad told me that you'd past away that i've not been thinking of you. There's not been one minute thats gone by that you're not in the back of my mind, lying in a hospital bed slowly slipping through my fingers time and time again. And there hasn't been a second I'm not looking into your precious blue eyes again, telling you that you were going to be ok. Great-Aunty Mary, you're by far one of the most bravest, strongest, amazing women i've ever met, and whenever I have a bad day, I just wish I had the strength and determination you did to get me through another day. You're an inspiration to me, and you always have been, and I hope that you're happy, and not in anymore pain, wherever you may be now. I wish I could see your eyes open one last time, so I could wrap my arms around you, and tell you to stay strong. I miss you, and I love you so much, and I always will. Stay strong Aunty Mary, you're safe now. I love you.

That was my first blog. A personal, most likely touching blog. Quite strange really, I told myself before I started blogging not to throw you in at my emotional deep end. Guess i've failed there, sorry Blogspot. - But I guess it's what it's all about,Tada.