Sometimes, I want to forget.

I remember when I had a piece of bread everyday for breakfast, because that was all we could afford. I remember having free lunch (sucky lunch) from the school cafeteria everyday. I remember when my brother knocked out 9 teeth, and it may have been my fault. I remember all those fantasies of living in beach house, and how when I was younger I was convinced would come true. I remember how last October my dad promised to visit during the spring, and how he hasn't said a word about it since. I remember being rejected to rent houses because we didn't have excellent bill paying. I remember when my boyfriend broke up with me, I was in complete heartbroken shock. I remember the days of light saber wars and mock soccer tournaments. Painful memories make me sad. Happy memories make me wish for childhood to be back again. I loved those days. The days when I could act like a boy. I remember that day when I was first shot by a BB gun. Damn, that hurt. But, I hopped B's fence and tackled him anyways. I miss being able to be a complete tomboy.

I thought I'd mention: I'm absolutely screwed. I get my piano music tomorrow for the festival. And my piano teacher isn't teaching for the next few weeks because her husband is dying. I will either have to practice constantly for the next 20 days or just give up.
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