Last night, I felt the urge to start writing. I have no idea why, but I did. Here is SOME of what I wrote:
You know, my life hasn’t always been the best one. I have been here and there and everywhere. I used to love moving, but now… I really don’t. Now, I have a nice, old house to live in… but it just isn’t right. Living away from your parents hurts. It hurts a LOT. I miss my parents. I miss my family. And, you know… I just wish that everything could be perfect. I wish that I could live a “normal” life… but that will never happen. Everyday, I wish a lot of things. I wish that one day when I wake up, I will be in a nice, big house with my mom and dad, my brother and sister… maybe even a pet of some sort. I wish that mom and dad would get married and be happy… Huh… I wish… wishing doesn’t do any good now does it? No, it doesn’t… but I can still dream.
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