I think I'm going to have to be truthful from now on...
I've had a few surreal experiences in the last couple of days.
I told my dad something I never knew before, at Tracy's. It had to do with him being an alcoholic and Thomas laughing. Usually my mom is so cold. But she wasn't that night. I don't know what's going on. I feel like my parents need therapy more than I do sometimes. But there's this big word. "respect" that is so hard to define with them. It means I can't say anything. It means I can't grow up. I don't know how to change with still edging around that word. I can't smash it wide open. I can't fake it anymore. You have to ern respect now don't you? You have to.
Then the other night I snuck out of the house to go to the park and swing on the swings and talk about how I don't know the difference between too much and not enough, but that I really do know how to love someone and I'm not afraid to.
I'm not so scared anymore. But I don't know if I'm happy or not. I think I have a lot to learn and I think I really like Tracy.
Brad joined SomethingFishy and checked out all these books at the library so he can understand a little bit better. Cassidy is my entire support system. Where did I find these people and how did I get lucky enough for them to care about me?
As of today...I have poetry to write.
I told my dad something I never knew before, at Tracy's. It had to do with him being an alcoholic and Thomas laughing. Usually my mom is so cold. But she wasn't that night. I don't know what's going on. I feel like my parents need therapy more than I do sometimes. But there's this big word. "respect" that is so hard to define with them. It means I can't say anything. It means I can't grow up. I don't know how to change with still edging around that word. I can't smash it wide open. I can't fake it anymore. You have to ern respect now don't you? You have to.
Then the other night I snuck out of the house to go to the park and swing on the swings and talk about how I don't know the difference between too much and not enough, but that I really do know how to love someone and I'm not afraid to.
I'm not so scared anymore. But I don't know if I'm happy or not. I think I have a lot to learn and I think I really like Tracy.
Brad joined SomethingFishy and checked out all these books at the library so he can understand a little bit better. Cassidy is my entire support system. Where did I find these people and how did I get lucky enough for them to care about me?
As of today...I have poetry to write.