by Nightsent » Wed Jun 20, 2018 9:52 pm
(Haha all these are going to be normal things normal people say, but nope I have zero commucation skills)
I wish we were better friends, like when we were in elementary school.
I’ve got this big, cool house but it always feels empty because there’s never anyone in it but me.
I wish my parents didn’t work so late.
Uh, no actually I asked for a hamburger please, not a cheeseburger. (Me to the lunch lady on my second day of highschool. I took the cheeseburger)
OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME. (To the kid next to me in the lunch line. I wanted to run away so bad)
Stop making me go to confirmation, I hate it. (I actually did say this but I want to say it again because my mom was like “I don’t care! I want you to have something to believe in”) THEN LET ME BELIEVE IN YOU. I believe in you and dad and my best friends just fine!!!
Santa isn’t real. I heard you and dad putting presents under the tree the past two christmases. (To mom) nor is the easter bunny or whatever.
(Swear words at dumb people. I try not to swear as best I can)
I wish I would actually grow taller than 5’1. For heck’s sake i’m nearly the shortest kid at my school.
To my uncle, who died when I was 10:
I really wish I hadn’t taken you for granted all those years. I’m sorry I never gave you a proper hug and i’m sorry I was too shy to tell you that you meant the world to me. You were a great uncle, and you deserved better than my horrible, awful social awkwardness. I’m so, so sorry.
To my grandma, who died last year. I was home sick when she died:
I love you. I miss watching Family Feud during the fourth of July, and sitting next to you when we had dinner together. I miss seeing your face when I walk through your front door. I wish you had never smoked when you were younger, so maybe you could be here even a little bit longer. I’m sorry I got sick and couldn’t be there to say goodbye and give you a hug. I’m sorry I spent less time with you than I did fishing down at that stupid dock. I wish you were here to help me make cupcakes. Logan (my cousin) started smoking after you died and I hate him for that. I hate how he looked toward what killed you for answers. I hate that he could ever be so dumb as to not learn from your mistakes. I don’t know how to make him stop and I don’t know how you did it. I wish cancer was never a thing, so it couldn’t steal you, or uncle steve, or sisted martin (great aunt) from the people who loved you. I miss you so much and I could trade any of my possessions or goals for just a moment to give you a hug, I would do so in a heartbeat.