.……trust……?

It’s finally almost here,mis quince años.

So many things are going to change.I really hope everything turns out all

right.

I can already hear my parents yelling at me but so far,the preparation of me growing up is tearing me and my family into little tiny

pieces of paper

I should of started planning earlier,then if I did, I wouldn’t have problems sleeping at night.

I can already feel it.All the adrenaline going up

my spine!I’m worried, nervous,

excited!I’m juggling all my emotions like a clown does with many

items.

Maybe because I’m competitive at everything,

or maybe its just because everyone is expecting something

amazing out of me………

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.To take back what I’ve said,

but its not all my fault,its because there’s so much pressure.

Why don’t they trust me?

I never did anything wrong,

It was my sister, remember?

I didn’t misbehave, like my sister did.All I did was respond back for the first

time.I was just holding it all in,

Like how I do when I’m under water………Until that day,

When I ran out of breath.I can just see my parents faces,

in disgust.

Why take something away from me if I bought it,with my own money.I’m almost positive,

that isn’t fair.How do you expect me to still behave if…..

You don’t trust me