Addicted to Thievery

"I want to be someone who picks up the phone to call her mistakes and tells them she's sorry for making them worry but she needs to leave them behind." -Sophie Hatter

"You never spoke,So she never learned how to release the words inside her.And oh there were words inside her, After all she was your daughter." -Ernest Worthing

"I only wish to breathe without turning something into dust". -Hermione Stryder

"I remember the day I wanted to write, so you'd like me a little. She's definitly why I started." -Alexander James

"I love you, but I don't know if you love me so I might hate you." -Alice C.

"If there was a sidewalk to the moon, I'd walk every single one of the 239,000 miles just to be alone for a while." -Scriver

"And there's not much to be done but cling on to what we have left and hope that it's enough." -Quiet Madness

"There are so many people for us to meet, that have not had the opportunity to change us." -Cora S. Holmes

"I told God what I needed- but it was useless cause he already knew." -Evan Lindstrom

"That was the problem; I could still feel you." -V.

"You are my anchor. Not that I'm trying to leave, it's just that the wind blows sometimes and I can't help it." -Sean Daley

"How can the word love even come out of this mouth that tells so many lies? At least my lips are pretty. Can lips be pretty?" -Kat Stratford

"My favorite word is magic. Because it's one of the only words I feel when I say." -A Lady

"I used to wish upon the stars to be like a star, to be part of something big, beautiful, to grant wishes, and guide the lost at sea." -Leo Tripple

"They say that you have my eyes. And I never have the heart to correct them." -H. Minor




To you and  everyone else, 
Thank you

Reminiscing

I remember running out of my room in my dad's oversize shirt to see her new haircut. I remember thinking that she looked too different.

I remember hiding behind the wall as I could hear my great aunt bawling. I will never forget how she wailed and how terrifying it felt. I can still hear her resounding in my ear. "What about my sister?!"

I remember Braden and Bryson hid the ball in the boys bathroom at the pool. They didn't think we had the guts. I remember Hailey and I winning and laughing as we both decided that these were the boys we would marry. I remember remembering that moment the day that she died.

I remember how poor her family was. But that night they took us to see Hairspray for the last day of my visit. For the last day I would ever see her.

I remember sleeping on the balcony so I could catch the Easter Bunny. I remember being completely terrified.

I remember my favorite place on earth: 6715 Canter Glen Court Cumming GA 30040

I remember the night Lexi moved away. She gave me a yellow rose from the bouquet she won at her ice skating competition. I remember I slept with that rose and cried all night.

I remember grandma yelling at me because I picked all the raspberries. I remember zoning out and thinking about how awesome of a grandma my mom was going to make.

I remember the night I found out about his addictions. I kept obsessing over trying to tie my hair back with that stupid elastic.

I remember how Braden held my hand in the hot tub after not seeing him for years. Our siblings talked about how fun it will be to hold hands. 

I remember getting the talk. My parents took me to Outback Steakhouse and all I cared about was getting another IBC root beer. Now every time I have one, all I can think of is sex.

I wish I could forget that moment where you almost told me 'I love you' for the first time. But decided to save it for Valentines Day.

I remember that last hike with Papa. I was the only one who stayed with him. 

I remember his funeral. I remember feeling bad for being excited to ride in a limo for the first time.

I remember when Heath finally asked me to dance in 6th grade. It was to the song "You're Beautiful" we were both shaking and smiling for the first half, then he asked me what color my toothbrush was.

I remember when I squished my hamster. I remember looking up at the garbage can where my dad disposed of it frantically mumbling: "I'm sorry I'm sorry" over and over again. I remember not knowing what to do with the blood stained shoe that kept telling me I was a murderer.

I remember how Kayla always had braided pigtails with pink balls hanging from the elastics. And I still remember how we smiled at each other after getting in trouble for talking during nap time. I then closed my eyes and was confused as to why I had a different color of skin than my best friend.

I admit it. I can't do this alone.

 

It was just sitting there. Waiting for me.

 Was I too prideful? Or maybe just too forgetful. Did I keep putting off this amenity thinking this virus could wait? I don’t know.

 I hated that this problem had silently infested itself into my life. But it’s become a heavy part of me. A dark place that I should never want to escape to. But I do. I do because at least it’s familiar.

All I knew was that I couldn’t let it go. I hope it’s just because I’m a coward, and not the host of a sick and twisted mind. Either way. Help was just sitting there. Sitting on that stained and chipped countertop. Rotting.

Not rotting. Gods help doesn’t rot. But it should have been. It should have been decaying with every day I ignored it. But no. It was perfect. Just patiently waiting for me to simply ask for it. Waiting for me to realize that it wasn’t as complicated as I maybe wanted it to be. Waiting for me to become strong enough to give it away. Give it to him. And move on.

It’s time.