To survive my childhood. Always amazes me when people talk of their loving parents. I'm not jealous-just amazed since I knew no difference and learned skills that while they've done well for my bank account they do not a thing to make me content. Contentedness is a gift given to babies who are eagerly awaited. Abortion exits in all species. A polar bear who takes the strongest and wanders away from the other. Eagles who eat their siblings and on and on. Only humans have to make a concious choice about that and my mother was six months and they wouldn't do it and that was in France in '55. So, this life--could I have passed it by? Yeah, cause the yearning for your parents to love you never goes away. So--that was my childhood dream--to have parents who loved me instead of tolerating me and when I made myself intolerable they broke my nose. Only once--I'm not stupid. And I did survive. Not like I'm some two year old buried under the patio and believe me--a lot of those missing children are simply under the patio.
oh god sorry are you ok is this true tell me
Watch a lot of cartoons and hope old age never comes. Until, I realized I was chasing a fantasy.
to be able to give other kids their childhood dream , seeing kids happy is my dream
that i wouldn't have to dream about my future, i'd be living it, and now i am
To find people to love who would love me back.
Believe it, or not.
To be a teenager.