Old News
hey everybody. I was just reading some old journals and papers.(i keep everything since i'm a packrat.) I found this old letter to my mom that i never gave her. Man, I was depressing. Here it is:
Dear Ema, (that's hebrew for mom)
You're wrong when you say you're lucky to have me. You've been cursed. I was in a great mood when i got back from the beach. Now I'm not. I felt as if everything I did was wong. ONce I tried being serious and punctual at the end of a school day. Emily and I both hated it. She helped me realize it isn't me. I try to be a perfect daughter but sometimes it hurts to try. Once after disappointing you I though about death, but I reminded myself where people try suicide and end up hurting others. I wasn't thinking about comitting suicide. I was thinking of ways to make things better. I don't want to make you mad and it hurts me when you're disappointed. I love you a lot. I'll keep trying.
You're loving daughter,
Kali
don't share this with anyone!
Wow. who was that kid?! I don't even remember thinking about suicide(though i do consider running away to add excitement to my life). I mean my mom's the best confidant i've ever had. That was written when I was 11.
I was also reading my old 3rd grade journals from school. They are hilarious. Oh my god! They are so random. I think I'll post some when im really bored. I wrote these crazy stories in them. One of them is about this wizard who steals strawberries from a village.
Yep, i will post that story soon when i can't think of anything else to write. Okee-dokee. time to go to bed and read to like, 11.
Adios.
Dear Ema, (that's hebrew for mom)
You're wrong when you say you're lucky to have me. You've been cursed. I was in a great mood when i got back from the beach. Now I'm not. I felt as if everything I did was wong. ONce I tried being serious and punctual at the end of a school day. Emily and I both hated it. She helped me realize it isn't me. I try to be a perfect daughter but sometimes it hurts to try. Once after disappointing you I though about death, but I reminded myself where people try suicide and end up hurting others. I wasn't thinking about comitting suicide. I was thinking of ways to make things better. I don't want to make you mad and it hurts me when you're disappointed. I love you a lot. I'll keep trying.
You're loving daughter,
Kali
don't share this with anyone!
Wow. who was that kid?! I don't even remember thinking about suicide(though i do consider running away to add excitement to my life). I mean my mom's the best confidant i've ever had. That was written when I was 11.
I was also reading my old 3rd grade journals from school. They are hilarious. Oh my god! They are so random. I think I'll post some when im really bored. I wrote these crazy stories in them. One of them is about this wizard who steals strawberries from a village.
Yep, i will post that story soon when i can't think of anything else to write. Okee-dokee. time to go to bed and read to like, 11.
Adios.