Hard things.

-Rocks.

-Making friends.

-Lollipops. 

-Jaw breakers.

-Having to take care of you. You are an adult and I am over it. 

-Getting up in the morning.

-Bricks.

-Piano keys. 

-Coming home from vacations. 

-Teeth.

-Finding time to make art. 

-Concrete.

-Not falling asleep in class.

-Not swearing. 

-Eating healthy. 

-Bullets  

-Finding time to exercise. 

-Life

LOL

Ok. You frustrate me so bad. I was there and you were there but you didn't even talk to me once, so I left because that and my squeaky shoes were bothering me.

Then I just started laughing like a crazy because I was being crazy. I couldn't stop, I kept remembering everything. I remembered how much I love the mountains. I remembered my cousins and how much I love them. I remembered my friends. I kept remembering the time I almost gave up.  I remembered how in love with you I really am. 

You started making me feel numb. You are here and you are somewhere else all at the same time. 

After I contained my crazy laughter, I took my squeaky shoes off. They were driving me nuts and making my pinky toes numb, just like the rest of me, so I guess that's ok.  

I need you to help me feel again. 

Lola. 

Carbonation

My bones told me something the other day. They told me to grow up and find God. I ignored them until everything began to bubble up to the surface like the carbonation after you crack the seal on a brand new soda. It all exploded, and I realized I need God.

So one day I began to search. I read and prayed. I pleaded to find him, but I can't. I'm still lost and I don't know if I will ever find him. 

Maybe one day I will find God for my bones sake. I hope so, because I miss God. 

Lola

Call 911. My childhood is dying.

Well. I'm moving up in this world. I have to go to college soon. (boo)
It's weird, high school ends and you're all of the sudden supposed to be an adult. Graduation is like a funeral for your childhood. You're old after that. (or at least you're supposed to act that way) The day I have to buy my own toilet paper is going to be a dark one, I will cry. It's the death of an era.
Boo college.
Boo hours and hours of homework.
Boo having to buy your own toilet paper.
Boo to being an adult.

The funeral for my childhood will be a sad yet exciting day. I wish I could avoid it but unfortunately I can't. Its inevitable just like death. Good news is, there is time.

Lola