So, I was thinking wow like meeting Tim Burton it's like over for my mom. I finally reach some way I wish I was but not exactly, like I was going through a change, filling out a different extreme. I just wanted the European features in my background. No one encouraged this. So, I lost my personality at 11, maybe by earlier 1998. I typed 2008, at 1st. It's funny that's when computers came out. I think it was also when I found I was moving to the New Orleans area. That's kinda sick, supposedly someone gave me my personality. Apparently, I just took from what others liked to do around me. I mean, I found that quitting gymnastics I was able to be less like unfeeling-looking, though I'm sure the gymnastics is what gave me my strength. I guess my mom seems to want me to not be attractive so I'll be accepted as modest, but no one believes that, at all, and even seem to expect more effort from me. Also, my dad seems to have used to say he denied he'd hurt me for it, but I find this fact to be untrue. They're lying to me and making me believe weird things, like my life became an experiment and that's actually why we moved or maybe why the whole bank of Florida closed. If that's why, I mean what does that mean, so what? Also, my brother wasn't as cool and my parents were like no comment. For some reason, people started to make fun of him. I know he took a picture of me where only like some more than ½ of me was showing. I mean, I guess that's okay, but then he acted like he was sad for me that we weren't moving to the city. I think my parents were just overbearing of that, like I was bad to want to have fun, like I had an attitude that would affect others. Also, you're not supposed to make me uncomfortable with my dad because your dad ... "happens to be" Tim Burton. OH MY GOD! ^0^ Can you believe that? And, tell me, who's your mom, your supposed blood mom???
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