Outspoken

My sister lost her voice so this might not be a really long blog. Just the typical "I-have-a-thought-I'd-like-to-share". I don't think writing this in this way is the best thing to write this but since this is the only way I have then I will write it on this :)

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I'm not good at making jokes...

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Today we read this story in English and it made me reflect on my anger. I don't usually get angry but there are way to evade my patience which can be very lacking sometimes specially if altered...(like right now bc I'm having to stop my blogging... )Some days I just wish I could have stayed in bed...Everything is nice and peaceful in my bed with the exception of my crying nights which have diminished over the last few years.

Its been like what... two weeks since I started this blog so I don't really have the idea fresh in my mind anymore. I know where I was going but its just not the same. The point was I cannot believe there are people out there willing to be stepped on and not opening their mouths to speak up. I just think its preposterous. Like my sister doesn't talk as much as I do and of course she doesn't get the "Please stop talking; you're being annoying" comment all the time but when she does talk...

Take for instance our Senior Women shirts...Oh that will be one interesting blog!

ANYWAYS!

I just think its not right. People need to speak up. On another note, the other day I was just sitting in English waiting for the bell when all of a sudden I got this thought that kinda scared me. Its one of those things that occurred to me and when it did I was like "OMG did I just think that?" So the thing is kinda hard to explain (because I tried explaining it and the girls didn't understand me very well) so I will do my best to try to explain this.

As humans we create all kinds of memories. The brain has a Huge capacity, so incredible that we are not able to use all of it. Then I remembered that we as humans do not have memory, a solid one at least, until we are not like...5 I believe. Well the point is that before that age there are a few things here and there that we are able to remember but not the whole thing. Like we hear our parents talk about us when we were babies and all the cute things we did and the loving things they did to us but we don't remember those things. So what happens when our parents die? Do those memories die with them? After all, they are not ours technically? Is a memory something you witnesses and have conscience about? It felt so weird to think that one day I won't have someone to remind me what I was like as a baby...

It was like as if one day that part of me will not exist

I feel like crying now........................

Well the play starts in thirty minutes soooo until next time :)