threeinchestall

The 24th was spent quite lovely, with him and his family. After an extreme game of kickball, I couldn't help but tear up when someone said that I belonged in their family after giving me the most comforting hug. Mmmmm. Such a good feeling.
Good feeling was taken over by this horrible feeling I had when I woke up with a mental stomach ache. You know, the feeling when you're about to steal something, or say something with anticipation.

I've been mending things this week, and someone keeps tearing that hole open. Over and over again. I need something stronger than just a sewing maching to fix these holes. A serger, perhaps.

I think I've partially lost my memory. I remember hearing summer was warm, but all I can feel is crispness at night. I recall girls telling you that you smelt nice but I just can't seem to remember your scent.

I can remember you kissing me goodnight that autumn evening in my small bedroom upstairs. But I cannot remember the way your lips felt on my cheek. Were they soft and inviting? Or rough and chapped?

Winter is cold but why do I remember it being so sunny? It was warm, bundled up in our coats made of wool, though the coat was itching my neck and leaving a red mark. I still felt safe lying there in the snow. I remember being a kid, wanting to grow up so badly but I can't remember the things I did to keep me busy when I was young. I suppose I was too busy wanting to be older. I try and try to remember, but my mind keeps drawing blanks...

Remember remember remember remember.