9. Dear Luke
I wish I could meet her…not to bring up bad memories about her to you, I know how hard it is to have to remember someone you wish you could forget. It’s aright, there’s not much I can do about it now, it’s done, they left, and chances are, they aren’t coming back. I guess what I really want to know was why they left…that’s what I think started the anxiety, the constant worrying about why they left me, and trying to fix it. I’m a perfectionist, I focus so hard on trying to get stuff right, that sometimes I forget that it’s okay to mess up and make mistakes every once in awhile. Very funny, but we both know chocolate is delicious and very appealing, it’s stronger than a magnet so my comparison was actually pretty clever. It’s scary I’ll admit, but I don’t have much of choice now do I? Where else would I stay? Ha sometimes I don’t even know how, with the constant fighting, and movement, it’s enough to make your head explode. Also when we order pizza, it’s like all hell breaks loose at the diner table, with biting and stabbing, I’m lucky enough if I can even sneak one piece in. I’ve played guitar ever since I was 5-6 years old, I just fell in love with the sound of the strings being strummed, and being able to write anything within the range of just 5 simple chords. Your parents seem uptight, no offence, why not just confront them? That’s what’s wrong with this generation these days, if you love something, love it, don’t let other people’s view of the world, change yours. I completely agree with you, but it’s easier said then done. It’s defiantly not easy, it’s the same as quitting smoking and seeing a pack of cigarettes sitting on a shelve at a store, you just can’t help but want to fall back into old habits, so you don’t have to struggle anymore. Time takes effort, and effort takes time.