I don't believe people when they say perfection doesn't exist or practice makes perfect because I believe more than I believe the world is round that perfection exists. You. You are the definition of perfection. When people tell me no ones perfect I simply laugh, because I know that when I go home I get to see perfect. They're trying to tell me that the three freckles behind your ear are not perfect, that the way you laugh so hard your whole head will fly back and your face goes red is not perfect, your smile in the morning when I wake you up after a long dumb night of fighting is not perfect? If I woke up every morning knowing that you... the stars that guide me through my twisted galaxy of a mind... you, the reason I don't give up on being anything but my mother. If I woke up and you were gone, I think I would be a hole. Just a deep hole, people passing through, no getting stuck, no getting lost because I would be already be gone. I believe that this exists because it's in you and you will always be my definition of perfect.
When you lose someone so important to you it hurts. A lot. How about when you lose someone but, they're still right there. They're just not the same person you knew before and they're just slipping farther and farther and you know there's nothing in the world you can do to stop them.
6:20 am: Alarm goes off, I trip over everything on the floor to press snooze for another 20 mins
6:40 am: Alarm goes off again, I do the same thing! 7:00 am: Alarm goes AGAIN. I look at the time, I need to be out of the house in 25 mins. 7:03 am: Actually get up and get ready 7:15 am: Text my friend Jemma to make sure she is going to school 7:26 am: Quickly walk to my cousin Ali's house (she just woke up) 7:37 am: We run to the bus 7:55 am: Arrive at school, go to the breakfast club (granola bar and orange juice) 8:10 am: Show up to class late, even though I was here anyway 8:30 am: Getting tired and bored. text. text. text. 9:25 am: BREAK! walk my friend to class, see someone I know, talk for 10 mins. 9:37 am: Show up late AGAIN for second period, get disapproving looks from Lamb 9:50 am: Listen to my class argue while Lucas yells over top of everyone to be quiet (ORDER IN THE HOUSE) Text. text. text. 10:40 am: Luncchhh!! Mcdonalds or Tims? ... Mcdonalds! 10:55 am: Eat my face off with my friends 11:30 am: Walk back to school, gonna be late. AGAIN. Find my boy, we walk to class together. 12:05 pm: Walk into science, Mr.W stares at me. Go away. Don't look at me like that. No. 12:40 pm: Already fought with Mr.W 100 times. Why can't this class just be over. 1:15 pm: Bell rings!! grab my things quickly go to history. CAN NOT BE LATE FOR SPITZIGS CLASS! 1:25 pm: Late 1:40 pm: Have a laugh attack. Can. Not. Stop. Laughing. 2:00 pm: 15 minuets. Yaay! Listen to Spitzig give an inspirational speech. I feel better about life. 2:15 pm: SCHOOL IS OVER. Find my boy. Ask him to come over. He has football. Bleh. 2:20 pm: Running to the bus, going to miss it!!! 2:22 pm: End up walking to Jemma's anyway 4:30 pm: Eat all jemma's food, watch movies, laugh, have a grand ol' time 5:05 pm: Jemma's mom is home! MOMMABEAR<3 7:00 pm: Jemma and I nap 8:30 pm: Jemma wakes me up. I have to go home soon :(:(:( 9:35 pm: Bye mommy, bye jemma. i love you guys (': Home now! 10:40 pm: Finish talking to my parents about girl drama, boy things and go down stairs 11:00 pm: Set alarm, pick clothes for tomorrow, get in my pjs. 11:45 pm: Bed time. 12:30 am: Finally set my phone down. MY EYES ARE BURNING. 3:33 am: Fall asleep 4:00 am: Wake up, hear my brother crying (he's a year old) 5:30 am: Pass out for the rest of the night... well, morning.
I usually go out after school to a friends house and i stay there eat dinner and chill, wouldn't it be nice if i could just spend the night?
Everyday I wake up at the same time they do, go to the SAME school at the SAME time they do! I understand all parents think we won't sleep or we'll just stay up late and by how they explain it cause some sort of a riot that night! Being honest, i've had a couple of sleepovers on school nights and i've been in bed and asleep at the same time i am at home. Plus I'm always ready and at school on time! Don't get me wrong, we probably will stay up a little late sometimes but hey, i do that on my own! Not because I'm having a sleepover! you just have to trust your kid will do what you expect of them. Give them a little slack! they're kids and just want to have a good time with their friends. Yes there is a time and a place for everything but sometimes when your curfew is 10 and you're half asleep on your friends couch watching a movie your parents should just let you stay!! But, hey. That's just my opinion. Is love even real?
one in every 12 adults, suffer from alcohol abuse. more than 7 million children live in a household where at least one parent is dependent on or has abused alcohol. (https://ncadd.org/learn-about-alcohol/faqsfacts)Unfortunately my mom is one of them. It wasn't always this way when I was little she was the coolest, most fun and beautiful mom out there, sure we didn't have the easiest life. my dad was never really around and my mom was quite young, but hey everyone has their down hills right? When I was 10 I travelled Europe with my grandma, I was gone for 1 month and when I got home everything was different. My mom kept going out, bringing different men home, acting very strange. Then one day she brought a man home who is now my step dad. I'm not going to sit here and lie to you, i really really despised him, he was taking MY mom away from ME. I had to learn to live with it because apparently he was not going anywhere, sadly. We moved in with him, mom got pregnant, we moved far away from all our friends and family. it all happened so fast.
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