"no juegue en la calle" was something my dad constantly told my sister and I, both of us seemed only to fight most when we have to cross an intersection. I remember this the most because one time my dad shook me away from my sister in an attempt to separate and I lost my balance, ungracefully falling in front of a moving car. I perceived this accident as life changing, however my father played it off as if nothing had happened.
letters, I love getting letters in the mail filled to the brim with news. It may not be very relevant news, but I love it nonetheless simply because someone took the time and care to jot down a few words just for me.
I get worried sometimes because this blog is connected with my Facebook and I’m not friends with everyone on there, though I try to be. I wonder how much people really know about me. For example, did you know that when I was really young I was convinced a demon was trying to kill me? Or that I am deathly afraid of dying sometimes and it paralyzes me knowing that I haven’t completed all that I have wanted to in life. I understand that I am a rather silly, happy person but did you know inside I am so dark it hurts to think about? Or for instance, that I am actually very well versed in the ways of the world? So many people pass judgement on the person they do not know, it happens every minute of everyday. Being on the receiving side of this has become a time to really evaluate my life. Strangely enough, I am relatively happy in the state I am currently in. Yet, knowing that other people can occasionally see a glimpse more of me than I allow in school sort of puts an edge to this. Wonderful.
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