Hey, Im still alife!! So, dont worry anymore. Im here.
F-R-I-D-A-Y!!!!! Oh yeah!!!! God bless fridays!
The bad thing of this weekend is that I dont have money. DAMMIT!! I cant go out coz I dont have money!!!! I wanted yo go to a bar or some club or something!!!!!
Anyways.... uh... yesterday I was feeling so miserable.... and I dont know why... like lonely. I went to school and... well nothing happened as usual. Interesting class thats all.
This mornig I was runing late to work so, I was walking really fast when I saw this kid, all dirty and he looked like he was high or something, he was like 13 or 14 years old. He was walking to where I was and he scared me. I thought he had his hands on his pokets when he walked faster to me. I hurryed to take the bus and leaved him standing there. Then I felt like the most horrible human on earth! What this kid wanted? Maybe money... well, I didnt have it. Maybe he wanted food... I didnt have it either.
Its so sad to see this kind of kids walking on the streets. The look in theis eyes means lonelyness, hopless... I wish I could do something for them. But, it needs money to help them... and I dont have it. Our streets are full of this homeless kids. They dont deserve this.
Life is not fair. Why are the paying the mistakes of other peolple...(their parents)???
They come from boken homes, but I do to! And here I am! Why my mother could goes on, and other women cant do the same by themselves??? Because women like my mom find the way to be strong for their kids.
My mom worked her whole life for us, for my brothers and I.
My father??? Well, I dont know where he is. He left when I was 4 and he never came back.
I dont know what I feel about him. I dont know if I hate him or... what. But Im sure of one thing: I dont have a father. I dont know what is like to have a "Dad". I never knew and I'll never know.
I dont know if I missed him. I was too small when he left.
The last thing that I remember about him is the last time I saw him. My mom take us (my sister and me) to a big store. I loved this place because they had all of tipes of candies, toys etc. When we arrived we walked by the store looking to the toys and everything... and there he was. Standing with his arms open and calling our names. I remember that I ran to him smiling, he was laughting and he taked me in his arms.
Thats all that I remember about him. I dont even remember his face.
Oh gosh.... I'll stop this. Its hard for me because I always have wondered: What would it have been If he had stayed with us??
I know... I cant take back time. And If I could, I wouldnt. Memorys are just that, memorys. They belong to the past and is there where they have to be.
F-R-I-D-A-Y!!!!! Oh yeah!!!! God bless fridays!
The bad thing of this weekend is that I dont have money. DAMMIT!! I cant go out coz I dont have money!!!! I wanted yo go to a bar or some club or something!!!!!
Anyways.... uh... yesterday I was feeling so miserable.... and I dont know why... like lonely. I went to school and... well nothing happened as usual. Interesting class thats all.
This mornig I was runing late to work so, I was walking really fast when I saw this kid, all dirty and he looked like he was high or something, he was like 13 or 14 years old. He was walking to where I was and he scared me. I thought he had his hands on his pokets when he walked faster to me. I hurryed to take the bus and leaved him standing there. Then I felt like the most horrible human on earth! What this kid wanted? Maybe money... well, I didnt have it. Maybe he wanted food... I didnt have it either.
Its so sad to see this kind of kids walking on the streets. The look in theis eyes means lonelyness, hopless... I wish I could do something for them. But, it needs money to help them... and I dont have it. Our streets are full of this homeless kids. They dont deserve this.
Life is not fair. Why are the paying the mistakes of other peolple...(their parents)???
They come from boken homes, but I do to! And here I am! Why my mother could goes on, and other women cant do the same by themselves??? Because women like my mom find the way to be strong for their kids.
My mom worked her whole life for us, for my brothers and I.
My father??? Well, I dont know where he is. He left when I was 4 and he never came back.
I dont know what I feel about him. I dont know if I hate him or... what. But Im sure of one thing: I dont have a father. I dont know what is like to have a "Dad". I never knew and I'll never know.
I dont know if I missed him. I was too small when he left.
The last thing that I remember about him is the last time I saw him. My mom take us (my sister and me) to a big store. I loved this place because they had all of tipes of candies, toys etc. When we arrived we walked by the store looking to the toys and everything... and there he was. Standing with his arms open and calling our names. I remember that I ran to him smiling, he was laughting and he taked me in his arms.
Thats all that I remember about him. I dont even remember his face.
Oh gosh.... I'll stop this. Its hard for me because I always have wondered: What would it have been If he had stayed with us??
I know... I cant take back time. And If I could, I wouldnt. Memorys are just that, memorys. They belong to the past and is there where they have to be.
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