Confessions of a Teenage Train Wreck

I wish I had the guts to ask my grandmother if I could live with her.
I just have this feeling in the back of my mind that she would say no.
I mean it would be good for her considering she'd have someone there for her
and someone to keep her company but it would also be good for be because I'd
be out of this environment.
I just can't get past that thought that says she'll say no.
Usually rejection isn't something I'm too worried about

but theres just something about it to where I just don't want

to embarrass myself if she were to say no.
But then again what would it hurt if she did say no?
I mean I'm working on getting a job, I'm waiting on a call from gallup.

I'm working on my photography, even though I've been completely bored

with it lately.
I think it was just the people I was shooting with.
I just shot with Blake the other day and we had a blast but we are also
so comfortable around eachother but we were just being ourselves and joking around.
I'm getting sidetracked, the point of this post is simple:
To ask or not to ask.