When I was little my mom says I use to put ketchup in everything. I use to eat onions like they were Apples. When I was four I went to go live with my Aunt in seattle. My room was ocean green with a bunk bed and a slide. I was sad when I went back to live with my mom. My bed there didnt have a bunk bed and a slide. I had friends. But a stuffed Animal was my real bestfriend. It was a brown stuffed dog named Julie who knew all my secrets. I lost Julie when my step dad punched my mom and we went to stay at my cousins. Now I have best friends but im loosing them. Now I hate Onions and I use ketchup must less now. I like to read and barley talk to my mom. I wish I could be Sailor Moon and I like to watch Glee. I don't want you to know my name so just call me Bunnie. Im 16 and sometimes I feel like a raindrop that hasn't hit the ground. Im just passing by un-noticed. Just like a little raindrop.
I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened.
She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him.
We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it.
Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were.
The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.