Does that make me too normal for you?
I'm shocked at her. What happened to that innocent little girl, who shrieked at the sight of a silverfish, who shivered just at the thought of riding the Ring of Fire, who would scream my name upon her return, who had the funniest back that could bend in odd positions. She was always short, with frizzy hair, the green panties, always laughing. Always laughing.
And now, it's kind of like she's lost her virginity, only it's her innocence. Now that she's gone, she got wicked drunk over the summer, made out with boys she didn't even know, smoked pot, and things I don't even want to know. I want to be the bitchiest bitch in the world and yell at her and yell and yell until I'm screaming and no sound is coming out. But I know it won't help. I want to be silent as the calming wind that whispers in my ear but I know that won't help either.
I kind of always figured she'd do something like this. It's ironic that my parents always thought she was the one I shouldn't be around. And maybe it shouldn't matter all that much to me, I mean, I barely know her anymore. But all the same. I can't believe her. Can't. Believe her. I've watched her cry, I've cried with her. I want to help her wake up. But I don't know how. I know it's stupid to be acting like this. I've just retained my kindergaten sugar view of society just a bit longer than the rest of you. I'm a girl who will never drink alcohol because of the things it does to some people and I fear it. I'm a girl who turns in her homework on time and sits in class with her hands folded in class, always on time, always a model student. And I don't get sick of it, either. I know I can't do anything about her. I know she'll most likely do it again because she's like that.
Only, too bad I never take things sitting down. Because I'm like that.
And now, it's kind of like she's lost her virginity, only it's her innocence. Now that she's gone, she got wicked drunk over the summer, made out with boys she didn't even know, smoked pot, and things I don't even want to know. I want to be the bitchiest bitch in the world and yell at her and yell and yell until I'm screaming and no sound is coming out. But I know it won't help. I want to be silent as the calming wind that whispers in my ear but I know that won't help either.
I kind of always figured she'd do something like this. It's ironic that my parents always thought she was the one I shouldn't be around. And maybe it shouldn't matter all that much to me, I mean, I barely know her anymore. But all the same. I can't believe her. Can't. Believe her. I've watched her cry, I've cried with her. I want to help her wake up. But I don't know how. I know it's stupid to be acting like this. I've just retained my kindergaten sugar view of society just a bit longer than the rest of you. I'm a girl who will never drink alcohol because of the things it does to some people and I fear it. I'm a girl who turns in her homework on time and sits in class with her hands folded in class, always on time, always a model student. And I don't get sick of it, either. I know I can't do anything about her. I know she'll most likely do it again because she's like that.
Only, too bad I never take things sitting down. Because I'm like that.