All of the other kids get picked up first,
but I wait. I always wait.
Cars are so damn hard to
drive. Icy roads make for
eventful evenings.
Fighting with your father is never fun.
"Get well soon" is what we tell my mother.
Her hands tremble in tandem with my dad’s.
I can never bring myself to
join them. This bond cannot be re-
kindled.
Love sometimes outgrows a family.
Mine is trying to keep it.
No, mine is trying to save
our raindrops to water something, sometime.
Please, just be on time. Be
quick when you pick me up.
Rubber boots are essential to
surviving my daddy’s storm.
Tchaikovsky’s rhythm
unlocks his heart a little. I can
vaguely hear him
wanting to cry.
Xerosis runs in the family.
You are making the weather feel for you.
Zodiac's lie. We are so different.
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Natasha Lalonde
70% Monica, 30% Phoebe. Oh, and I like to write.
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I used to experience disturbing paranormal events as a teenager, but thankfully they stopped as I grew older. When I was around 20 years old, I started having vivid nightmares and episodes of sleep paralysis when sleeping in my bedroom at home. I would wake up unable to move, feeling a heavy pressure on my chest, and see terrifying visions of shadowy figures approaching me. My parents told me it was just sleep paralysis, but it kept happening frequently and felt very real.
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