#realtalk

this is the truth.

I am not ready to leave.
I am not ready to become a senior.
I have become comfortable with what I know.
That's how it all works out.
They come, they eat, they leave.
It's only the cycle.
(And if anyone understands that movie reference, I praise you.)
Entering any new situation is scary.
We fall in love with things far out of our reach.
We take chances that we can't control the result.

this is the truth.

Nelson taught us things that no other teacher ever has.
We've learned to take risks, while other teachers have taught us to be cautious.
We've learned that death is inevitable, but that's okay.
We've learned that lonely can be healing if you let it.
We've learned to steal like an artist.
Nelson has taught us so much more than writing.
He taught us about Life.

THIS is the truth.

Paris can be taken from us, but we don't have to forget it.

It's hard not to remember

I remember when my favorite color was pink. I remember that my princess Barbie was mine, I didn't want the neighbor girl to touch it. I remember swinging on the swings, and the time at school when the under dog, that Maren gave me,knocked me to the ground. 

I remember when my brother put me through Fat camp. He tried to teach me how to do push-ups, and then he gave me an Indian wallet to give me help. I  remember hating tomatoes. I remember peeing my pants in 1st grade and my neighbor helped me home. 

I remember when a pinky promise meant something. I remember burying a plastic baby in my sandbox, but I couldn't find it later that week. I remember when I couldn't control my anger and I jammed Anders head into the keyboard. I remember the dream I had about being in a tornado and I thought it actually happened. I remember getting mocked for that dream for the rest of forever. 

I remember when I first swore. I called my sister a B**** but I didn't know it was bad. I remember my mom got really mad at me, cause Ellie yelled for mom to come to our room. 

I remember wanting nothing more than my brother to like me. I remember the first text he ever sent me. It was a picture of my old Kim Kardashian phone case. I remember not telling people that I didn't have a phone because I was too embarrassed. 

I remember when sparkley crystal rainbow was my middle name, and all I wore was a white tutu slip. 

Paradise

It's been a while since my family all went somewhere together. My dad was really thinking beautifully when he decided to take us to Hawaii. Aloha school next week. [and that is the goodbye Aloha]

Unforgettable

The first time you ever swore- always remember it.

When you learned to whistle- always reminded.

First time you rode a bike without training wheels- remember the feeling.

First day of school- start of your future.

Your first best friend- always a tender spot.

Leaving elementary- feeling so old.

First locker- across the lunchroom, second brown one in from the wall.

Last day of junior high- bittersweet.

First day at the Peak- feeling so insignificant and small.

More than Half way through my highschool career- heart wrenching.

Thinking about college- upsetting.

Best friends leaving you- lonesome.

Thinking about my future- terrifying.

Blackout poetry