Tuesday, May 26, 2015

shoes

i have a certain type of path i have to walk in. my parents and my sibling have set that path but at least i get to wear what ever shoes i want.

goodbye forever

12 years of routine school, routine friends with new ones here and there, routine, routine, routine. but now we are leaving and ill probably stay in touch with 5 of you. but apparently thats normal and i guess I'm ok with that because 12 years of being in school with you guys and i only want to stay in touch with 5 of you. i know ill look back on the pranks and the laughs and the embarrassing stories but I'm not going to miss walking these halls and hating school and having to be fake to some people because i can't speak what i really feel and i can't tell people off because then i will look like a b*tch and "ruin my reputation" but it was fun while it lasted and I'm ready to get out of here. 

real talk i am scared to move out live on my own go to college. people have real feelings now we can't just go and vandalize or prank people and their things we have to be mature and sophisticated and on a good behavior because we are adults. high school was supposed to prepare us for college, make sure we had a good work ethic don't procrastinate, how to study, but i honestly coasted thru high school i didn't care about classes or what i was learning or grades, so yes I'm scared but we are all leaving and we don't really have a choice so farewell to everyone thanks for making high school one hell of an experience. bye forever

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

remember when

i remember when i broke my first bone.
i remember when i first walked in the junior high doors.
i remember ms. O making me and my friends sit on the cement wall because we were sitting on the tether ball.
i remember trying to make my teeth loose in kindergarten so i could win in who lost the most teeth.
i remember my first kiss, it makes me want to throw up.
i remember my first heart break
i remember how it smelt when you told me he died.
i remember fighting with my brother for the good pillow.
i remember giving my first talk on mothers day and not even talking about mine.
i remember the fun kid you used to be but now you aint go time fo anyone.
i remember not being able to spell remember.
i remember a lot of weird things and pointless conversations and awkward eye contact.