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domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010
miércoles, 12 de mayo de 2010
My Brithday, truth and happy endings?
you know those days when you're so exited for what's to come?, you imagine it and you get all happy about it even when the reason is actually silly? well I had anxiously awaited for my 18th birthday for a week now.
A week...
Until it finally came.
I awoke to my alarm clock and opened my eyes to the darkness of my room, careful not to step on my brother that was sleeping on his bed on my floor (long story) I got out and got dressed for the day; aplayed some make-up, grabed a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt my jeans and flip flops and got on my way; but the day didn't turned out to be like I had planned. You see I'm starting college and most of my recent friends didn't know it was my B-day just two of them and I'm really glad I met all the people I've met during this time but it made me realize how much I miss my old friends...how much they mean to me, because it has never been about the presents or congratualions but about being able to feel comfortable around the poeple I love, and to know that they love me and care for me. CARE FOR ME.
the reason for my horrible birthday, that day I learned that I really don't mean that much to my father, or if I mean anything at all to him for that matter.
I wanted a chocolate cake, all chocolate...he got me an Ice cream cake...I most sound like a brat but it's not the case cause' the problem's not the cake but the fact that he didn't care enough to ask me what I wanted, or to change it when he realized I didn't liked it; he just spent his normal day of work siting in front of the computer working, away from everything around, away from his family, away from me, like his been for quiet some time now so I should be use to it but the truth is it hurted, and it hurts now, it made me cry that night, and it makes me cry now cause' I just wanted to be happy for a day with everyone I've ever loved around, happy for a day; just one day...
A week...
Until it finally came.
I awoke to my alarm clock and opened my eyes to the darkness of my room, careful not to step on my brother that was sleeping on his bed on my floor (long story) I got out and got dressed for the day; aplayed some make-up, grabed a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt my jeans and flip flops and got on my way; but the day didn't turned out to be like I had planned. You see I'm starting college and most of my recent friends didn't know it was my B-day just two of them and I'm really glad I met all the people I've met during this time but it made me realize how much I miss my old friends...how much they mean to me, because it has never been about the presents or congratualions but about being able to feel comfortable around the poeple I love, and to know that they love me and care for me. CARE FOR ME.
the reason for my horrible birthday, that day I learned that I really don't mean that much to my father, or if I mean anything at all to him for that matter.
I wanted a chocolate cake, all chocolate...he got me an Ice cream cake...I most sound like a brat but it's not the case cause' the problem's not the cake but the fact that he didn't care enough to ask me what I wanted, or to change it when he realized I didn't liked it; he just spent his normal day of work siting in front of the computer working, away from everything around, away from his family, away from me, like his been for quiet some time now so I should be use to it but the truth is it hurted, and it hurts now, it made me cry that night, and it makes me cry now cause' I just wanted to be happy for a day with everyone I've ever loved around, happy for a day; just one day...
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