“You know how it feels when all your teeth are fallingout really slowly … and then one day you don’t have any teeth anymore?”
I hate when you have to force yourself to fall asleep, I hate being afraid to look at something someone gave me, I hate the sun going down early, I hate long rides to school, I hate getting out of bed in the morning, I hate missing my friends, I hate not caring what I look like, I hate waking up at night, I hate falling asleep during the day, I hate when my nose is runny, I hate knowing my dog misses me…
“Hideaway, well they’ll seat us in the sun,
By the way, know you’ve always been the one,
You’ll ask your reasons why,
What once was yours is mine”
I wish I never moved my room.
I wish I was 21 already or went back to being 17.
I wish I had a my own car.
I wish my future would come true already.
I wish when I was little I didn’t wish to grow up so fast.
I wish I could go back to the big house my aunt and uncle had.
I remember when my mom got me my dog, and the first time I saw him he was wrapped up in a blanket the only thing I could see sticking out was his furry ears and black eyes.
I remember when Stephanie’s parents had an engagement party and we all went to her house for it, we didn’t do much except watch TV while being piled up on each other, but it was fun. It was cold outside and her house was so warm, there was food everywhere, there were people everywhere, and Naomi and I ran outside to see what it would be like to break a wine glass, we were so little.
I remember when I was at work and it was a Sunday and Branden was leaving and I still had to stay and when he walked out I sat behind the redemption counter and cried because I knew I wouldn’t see him again because after work I had to go home and the next day I had school. And Pam came up to me and asked me what was wrong and I wanted her to leave me alone and just wanted to run outside.
I remember when my aunt came to visit us and we called the police by accident during the first hour she arrived when she was trying to make a phone call and she didn’t know how to say anything in English so she stuttered and hung up and 10 minutes later the police showed up and we had to explain what happened. It’s mine and hers favorite memory. I remember when we went to our upstairs neighbors apartment and she told someone there that “There are many snow” and I laughed so hard because she said it so wrong.
I remember when my cousin would buy me things just because, like a scooter or a Gameboy, or take me to the movies, or tell me scary stories, or play video games with me, or take me out to eat.
The best part about a memory is not remembering it.
