Venom (Part 2 of Telling)
When I tell someone who I really am, usually I feel a sense of relief. But when people don't accept me, I panic. That's when I need someone to hear me out. I need to talk to someone who is immune to my venom. But unfortunately, no one is. So far, I haven't met a single person who is strong enough to be immune.

Telling (Part 1)

When you tell your friend a secret that has been hiding deep inside your heart, you tell it with complete confidence thinking that they would never judge you or look at you any different. It's a hard decision to make as to whether or not you should tell someone something about yourself. Choose wisely when telling secrets. I think I chose wisely. Now I just have to wait. Wait to see if my book is judged by its cover. I hope it's not.

My Motto
If your music comes
from your heart,
it is always a sweet sound.
It is always beautiful.

Daddy
Dad. I love you so much. Each
and every day of my life, you have been there for me.
Daddies and daughters always form a special bond.
Don't ever forget how much I love you.
You are the best dad ever.

Pay Attention (Life Update)

A lot of times it's really hard for me to get through life. It seems like every time I talk to people about my problems, something goes wrong and I lose them. I don't know if they're just scared, or if they just don't care. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me. I mean, everybody has their problems, right? I just want to figure out what's wrong with ME. I want to figure out why I tend to push people away. Some people might read this and think, "You don't push people away. You're a good friend." But ever since the summer of 2013, I've had to really watch what I say, think, and do in every situation of my life. I can't go about my day like most people can. Every second of my life, I have to pay attention to what I'm saying, thinking, and doing.

A Virus
My memories have been blurry for most of my life.
At least, I think they have. I don't remember.
My memory is like a file on a computer that has been corrupted and fractured.
I can't find the program I need in order to recover the files.
More memories find their way into my brain only to prepare for a break in.
And the virus grows stronger. Slow enough to go unnoticed.
Casually deleting memories. Leaving only small patches of memories.
It is a virus. I cannot find the right program to kill it.
I need an update. But none are available.
I need to start fresh. With a new hard drive.
A new memory. With a backup program. 

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Realizing Reality (Short Story)
So...my best friend found out that they're moving in less than a week. I knew that they might move, but I didn't want to believe it. I don't know what to do in this short amount of time. I don't know how to feel. I am upset about this event that will soon take place in my life. I guess this is reality. People move. Maybe they come back to visit. Maybe they come back to stay. But, maybe they won't visit. I'll keep my hopes up and say to myself, "this is a small world. We will cross paths at least once." But then I realize the reality of it all. The World is not that small. So I will cherish the memories that I have been given. I will remember them. Because that's what friends do. They remember one another.