.…… trust ……?

It’s finally almost here, mis quince años. So many things are going to change. I really hope everything turns out all right. I can already hear my parents yelling at me but so far, the preparation of me growing up is tearing me and my family into little tiny pieces of paper

I should of started planning earlier, then if I did, I wouldn’t have problems sleeping at night. I can already feel it. All the adrenaline going up my spine! I’m worried, nervous, excited! I’m juggling all my emotions like a clown does with many items. Maybe because I’m competitive at everything, or maybe its just because everyone is expecting something amazing out of me………

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. To take back what I’ve said, but its not all my fault, its because there’s so much pressure. Why don’t they trust me? I never did anything wrong, It was my sister, remember?

I didn’t misbehave, like my sister did. All I did was respond back for the first time. I was just holding it all in, Like how I do when I’m under water……… Until that day, When I ran out of breath. I can just see my parents faces, in disgust.

Why take something away from me if I bought it, with my own money. I’m almost positive, that isn’t fair. How do you expect me to still behave if….. You don’t trust me