.……trust……?
It’s finally almost here,mis quince años.
So many things are going to change.I really hope everything turns out all
right.
I can already hear my parents yelling at me but so far,the preparation of me growing up is tearing me and my family into little tiny
pieces of paper
I should of started planning earlier,then if I did, I wouldn’t have problems sleeping at night.
I can already feel it.All the adrenaline going up
my spine!I’m worried, nervous,
excited!I’m juggling all my emotions like a clown does with many
items.
Maybe because I’m competitive at everything,
or maybe its just because everyone is expecting something
amazing out of me………
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.To take back what I’ve said,
but its not all my fault,its because there’s so much pressure.
Why don’t they trust me?
I never did anything wrong,
It was my sister, remember?
I didn’t misbehave, like my sister did.All I did was respond back for the first
time.I was just holding it all in,
Like how I do when I’m under water………Until that day,
When I ran out of breath.I can just see my parents faces,
in disgust.
Why take something away from me if I bought it,with my own money.I’m almost positive,
that isn’t fair.How do you expect me to still behave if…..
You don’t trust me