Chuke Cheeze- wear kids can be kids.
I ask myself sometimes if this is really what I want. I ask myself sometimes if I really want to know him, and then I have nitemares. They make me cry and at the same time why don't I accept what is eventually is going to us all?
I think of all the people who ignore me of the people who still want to be my friend. I have been searching for a best friend, but I realized that they live with me every day, they are the ones I love, the ones I sometimes hate and they are the ones who force me to take the responsibility. They are the ones who will be there when a loved one dies, or when I graduate. They are the only ones who seem to remotely understand me...and they know me a little too well.
They are my cousins, my sister. they promised that I could live with them, and that we could all become nuns and swear to protect our virginity from the evil men of the world. If they punch me I have no remorse or fear when I punch them back, why? Because we trust each other.
I look at my older cousins, they are all married to snobby little bitches and they always are there to some how steal the spotlight, but then I turn around and there are my cousins, my sister and my brothers all fighting and not caring that thier fellow relatives are looking down thier noses at them.
My family is always there even if I hate them.. and that is what a best friend is. But maybe someday I will find someone who is willing to be a friend and understand me for my oddness.
hmmm | 
