So I thought Anderson was bad...
I tried to get ahold of Leslie again, but it turns out she's in Montana until tonight. She doesn't live with her family anymore, and it seems like no one else my age does. My other friend Ashley is a mother now. And, so is Connie's friend Kymber. It was a little ironic because before I knew this, I was cracking jokes on how I'll come back and everyone is pregnant.
I've been talking to Mom a lot. For some reason, she's making a lot of sense. I always had this notion that she was this terrible, irrational mother, partly because I hadn't communicated one on one with her for so long. Now, she seems much more intact, and she keeps giving me things. It's kinda nice. I'd still rather have had her time throughout the years than any material item she's collected for us.
I know who I get my fingers and toes from.
I know who I get my nose from.
I know who I get my size from.
I feel more like a person than just a human being. I feel something more inside than blood rushing through my veins, pulsating fast to keep my heavy heart alive. They say a heart murmur can kill. All mine does is sing when I'm running.
I've been talking to Mom a lot. For some reason, she's making a lot of sense. I always had this notion that she was this terrible, irrational mother, partly because I hadn't communicated one on one with her for so long. Now, she seems much more intact, and she keeps giving me things. It's kinda nice. I'd still rather have had her time throughout the years than any material item she's collected for us.
I know who I get my fingers and toes from.
I know who I get my nose from.
I know who I get my size from.
I feel more like a person than just a human being. I feel something more inside than blood rushing through my veins, pulsating fast to keep my heavy heart alive. They say a heart murmur can kill. All mine does is sing when I'm running.