Doing the laundry is like deciphering a treasure map. You realize that your favorite, yellow shirt wasn't actually lost; it was stolen by your sister, who has matured past her tom-boy phase. You realize that that you can't tell the difference between your dad and little brother's t-shirts anymore. Why hadn't you noticed his sudden growth spurt? You admit to yourself that your mom doesn't intentionally wear the same outfit over and over again; it's actually one of the only few things she owns. You notice that without your mom's help, your dad's lack of style is more apparent by his green, polka dotted socks. You find the $149.87 receipt to American Eagle, crumbled up and stained, realizing that the shopping spree wasn't really necessary. You notice that there's no spare change in the pockets like there used to be; every penny counts now. You realize that when you actually thought you knew everything, that you cared, and that you were going on the right path, you didn't. you weren't. instead, you were digging a deeper hole...in the wrong place.
-AA
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And then the wrinkled movie ticket stubs that you had kept for keeps, or the little key to the baggage lock tucked in your inner pocket that you had spent thirty minutes hacking away and damaging your bag forever :D
haha. true :)
Such good observation of life! You are such a good writer.
anonymous...aww thank you :)
did you write this from your own personal viewpoint? or from a more general, standard viewpoint?
my point of view. everything on this blog is what i'm going through, but i write through different perspectives. :)
but i thought you were an only child.
like i said: different perspectives & scenarios. in real life, i have a younger bro and sis, but the one where i wrote about being their only child was because sometimes i really do feel like i'm an only child. esp at that moment when i was writing it, i was pissed off at everyone. sometimes (well many times) i cant stand my siblings & i don't think my parents can either. haha. i know that doesnt explain anything. sorry for any confusion! and thank you for reading my blog.
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