its so cold out, its like winter is back. i feel like a trillion years old but i missed out on all the birthday presents. and no increasing age...would be kinda cool. i find myself thinking alot about time, creation the meaning of it all. i seek solice in my books, or pages of blank paper. i dont like the dark.. at night i find the childhood monsters of nightmares creeping up to me and taking hold of me.
i think my writting on here has changed.. i cant seem to write like i used to. so weird.
i miss the internet at my home. wish i had it. i miss the kids too. i wish i could get a few on loan, just to scream and run up and down the stairs like maniacs. my siblings growing up so fast now, and getting quieter.
i think it would be fun to be old, then no guy will oggle at you. and ur hair easy to dye. and u going deaf so noise dosent bother you no more. but i guess i only see one side of things.
i hate being my age and judged beacuse of it. or being White and a girl and therefore being known.
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