Every once in a while I think I see her... she was with my other friend with blue eyes and blond hair. He was like a parental influence in their
relationship and how they regarded me.
I broke down and cried when they parted ways.
In a melancholy memory I think of the songs he liked in his thinking of her.
Sometimes I felt that he got mad when she spent tome with me away from him...and they fought very quietly.
I thought they would be together until we all grew into old folks.
I never experienced a more balanced relationship and greatly admired their nature.
Personally I don't know what being at home with a male is supposed to be like... they don't seem to understand me either.
Lol, thanks for reading and here is some songs for my friend...
She and especially he as he seemed to be the leader of our little pack, would ask what I want us all to do sometimes in high school nights... so we
played duck duck goose on the beach and hide and go seek, tag... in the dark and the winner gets a
I grew older and still never became an adult.
Thinking of a sad song in the mists,
Thank your for reading about my best friend in all the world.
Have a great full moon ATS
See you on the flip side.
I love my parents but...don't like any nosy busy bodies being weird. Good bye everyone. Comment on busy bodies is concerning neighbors trying to jump
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Here is another song, she and myself were supposed to hate the ''bunheads''until the end of time together! What I became a bunhead..did she? Or make
friends with our greatest insult to the pretty makeup queens following a fashion..?
We were supposed to get even..they don't even know who we were!?!
We were known as blanket blank the kids that smoke... or hardly noticed metal heads and friend.
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a reply to: visitedbythemthat's great really great. I have mostly non American friends... lots of Latino and Hispanic friends...
just kidding I hardly talk to anyone... accept if and when we see each other.
Thanks for being nice.
I'm trying to rest without sleeping.
I am an American... just didn't grow up being spoken to very much or getting an education...I am a female...I don't count.
My brothers spoke to me though.
That's where I learn how to fight.
I do love my parents however out of it they had been, don't mistake that.
Very good to me I ate food and did whatever most of the time and my mom cared by being worrisome and she knows I love her.
My parents liked to yell and scream a lot..not a bunch of quite speaking, that's why I don't get along with most folks easily. I try not to yell at
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