And it feels nice.
But all the horrible stuff that happened at homecoming doesn’t match up to the good stuff, so I guess it was a pretty good night.
I’m not gonna go into detail about what happened but this should be a good enough summary:
Cocaine, spiked drinks, alcohol, random drug and alcohol tests, questioning, probably a few arrests, and definitely some people getting kicked out of school tomorrow.
When I had a bad dream and I could crawl in between my parents and feel safe, and then pretend to still be sleeping when my dad would carry me in his arms back to my bed a few hours later.
I miss when life wasn’t about who had the most friends or had the best clothes, when it was just about having fun.
I miss going to the playground and feeling like a big kid because I knew how to climb the monkeybars.
I miss riding around on bikes and scooters up and down the street, with the sound of children laughing in the air, when we would all chase after the ice cream truck, sprinting in our houses to beg for money.
I miss when life was about having fun instead of schoolwork and grades and tests.
I miss being alive.
It’s only our perceptions of who they were being replaced by the person who they actually are.
oh yeah, ME. :/
I have the first paragraph minus the thesis statement.
I can’t do this. I seriously CANNOT do this essay.
I’m halfway considering just giving up now, but I need to keep my grade up in this class.
Obviously this is not working.
I’m on tumblr. >__<
I’M TRYING SO HARD.