Graduation 
regrets 
anticipation 
done
undereducated 
advancement 
time 
intersection 
over 
new 

Can't wait to just be done am I right?

Jenga

I used to think that my family was un-touchable to problems. 

To the 12 P.M. fights when they thought i couldn't hear, but i heard every word.

 Thats when the bricks started to get pulled out. 

It's like my family life was a game of Jenga and every time something happened a brick was pulled out.

 A brick when he got caught. 

A brick when they couldn't decide what to do.

 At least three or four when he decided to go down that path, falling off the deep end. 

Then my parents told us, and the whole stack of bricks crumbled to the ground. 

The mess was impossible to clean up. 

He never helped. He refused to even try.

 Our stack of bricks called family seemed like it was never going to be put back together. 

We had to try though. Brick by brick coming back together. 

Having times like we used to.

 I hope he remembers the nights when we would have talks. 

He gave me advice. 

Some was good, but we where talking and thats all that mattered.

 Adding bricks one after the other. 

Our stack of bricks is almost as big as it used to be. 

10 month old baby

What does a ten month old baby think about.

If I was a baby I would let my mind float from one thing to another. I wouldn't focus on one thing for to long because why would you need to? I wouldn't have to worry about graduating high school. Would be able to relax and not stress about leaving my family for two years. I would be able to just crawl around on the floor and cry when i tried to stand up. I feel like if i went inside a 10 month old babies head this is what it would say if they could think like a 17 year old.

Why are you trying to hold me so tight i feel like i'm going to be crushed. Every time you touch me it has to be kisses or tickling or hugs. I just want to sit here and play with my stuffed teddy bear in piece. Oh wait, what is that. I want to touch it. Of course every time i get close you have to pick me up and give me weird faces. Why can't you just look at me normally? I feel like I am not aloud to do anything in this house. I cant wait for the day i can finally take a couple steps, then more, and then enough so i can be fast enough to get to thing i want to touch and you wont be able to do anything about it.

Then again babies don't even know whats going on the whole time. They don't think about anything. When I am with one I honestly don't either. Thats why i like hanging out with a ten month old baby. It doesn't care. It just wants its next Cheerio. I feel like i just threw up random stuff about babies and now i'm going to go a whole different way.

Babies are amazing things. They make peoples lives exciting and make people happy and sad. They stress parents out and they worry them constently. I am able to sit back and watch and learn about raising a baby. This baby wasn't planned I guess but its here now and now is when it was supposed to come. Can babies tell when someone isn't feeling right? Can they see threw you. Or is it just a coincidence that i'm getting a big hug from one right now.

love is like

Love is like a Burning room, Getting out is sometimes the hardest part.

Love is like a boat, to keep it floating you have to patch holes.

love is like rug burn, it burns until you get used to it.

Love is like water, we can fall in it, drown in it, and cant live without it.

Love is like a shadow, we cant touch it, yet its alway's with us.

Love is like a pen, it can create good things but also destroy.

Love is like a candle it can run out.

Love is like grass, you have to take care of it or it will die.

Love is like a cut, it can heal and go away or make a scar and always be there. 

Love is torture.

Love is like an old pair of shoes, it can take you many places. 

Love is sacrifice. 

Love is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get. 

Love is like getting punched in the face, sometimes you wanna punch it back.

Love is like a trap, you get caught in it without even knowing. 

Love is like a paper cut, its small but still hurts.

Love is like looking at the stars, sometimes its bright, and sometimes dark.

Love is like a hammer, it fixes. 

Love is like getting robbed, sometimes you don't want it taken from you.

Love is like a tight rope, its hard to balance. 

Love is like pain, it can be intense or continuous. 

Love is disturbing.

Love is frustration, you cant figure it out. 

Love is love, nothing can beat it

Love is magical, it can be fake or real.

Love makes us alive.

Txting

Hey:)

Hey:)

What's up?:)

Nothing much. Wbu? 

Just chillin writing an english paper. How are you?

Good Wbu?

Same Here. Hows your day been?

Alright havent done much Wbu?

Same here. been pretty lazy.

Alright well ttyl. 

Night.

No wonder our generation is so dumb. This was a conversation I had face to face. Txting. 

Disconnecting

I am not a robot

I am not a robot because

I am not a robot because robots don't mess

I am not a robot because robots don't mess up 

I am not a robot because robots don't mess up relationships

I am not a robot because robots don't feel

I am a human. 

Maybe thats why when you said I didn't care it was like being un-plugged.

Like the battery to my heart died. 

I know it was my fault.

It's hard to be the same person with the same "programing" for so long when all I was used for was a coat hanger for your problems. 

Maybe I was a robot. Your robot. 

Not anymore. 

You pulled out my memory card, so i'm forgetting you. 

I remember

I remember when I was a kid I would hide little objects places where no one would know where they were except me. I did this so one day ill go back and find them, and see if my hiding place was good enough.

 Am I the only one that would sit in their room and clench their teeth so hard that I nearly farted trying to find out if i had super powers? After many attempts I found out I don't. 

I remember getting laundry baskets and putting them together and pretending like I was driving a train. I would always be in the back with my brother in the front. 

I remember getting in fights with my brother on who was right and who was wrong. My face would always turn so red as i screamed the dumbest things at him. 

I remember spilling a whole two quarts of lemonade all over the table and getting yelled at so i ran away. I don't think I even lasted  thirty minutes. Came home and made new lemonade and was perfectly fine. 

I remember putting myself to sleep with the corner of my blanket. I still have that blanket. Does is make me childish to still have it with me on my bed? I don't think so. My blanket is like a life line to my childhood. Just because its lame to still have it, doesn't mean i'm going to just throw it out? If my house was burning down and i could only save one thing it would be my blanket. 

 I remember having my mom pick me up from school every day, have sandwich waiting for me at home, and my favorite TV show on. The one with the toads? Ya i have no idea what the name of it is. Which is sad. 

 I remember graduating elementary school, middle school, and now high school. I hope I never forget my childhood because who doesn't like nap time? and snack time? and coloring time? I know I do. 

I remember formulas, facts, and functions now. It's like all these equations and problems are taking up to much space and are pushing my childhood memories into extinction. I just cant wait to get out of high school and become a little kid again. Life was just so much more simple. Im not saying life after high school is going to be easy like being a kid again. Im just saying that there wont be anyone stopping me from making my own future to remember.  

Drawing my own picture.