Some people tell me I cry over silly stuff that shouldnt be cried over. Reading the book Wonder Struck made me cry yes because I use to play in my grandmas closet. I never went in her room and smelled her cloths because I didnt want to believe they were gone. Going in there would make me face reality and notice they were gone FOREVER. I was not yet strong enough to be hold my Wiked dream. So I stay safe in my wonderland of make believe. In my mind they are here, in my mind none of it happened, in my mind we were all happy, in my mind they were not gone FOREVER.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 01:59:02 +0000