SimplyNeverEnough

My eyes sting from the tears, that I will not shed. My heart aches from the pain, that is not mine. But I caused that pain, so should I not take responsibility of it? But I did it to help another, so should I not feel guilty? When one is so closely tied to another, emotions flow easy from one to another. When one hurts their family, thier sister knowingly, they deserve the pain that they feel. I always feel terrible when this happens, but never have I felt the reactions of the other. I know the punishment well fore I have suffered it many times before, but I accept it with my heavy heart as justified. I knew the moment the wor

It was the Best of Times, It was the Worst of Times     I don't remember much from my first five years of life, but I guess that's to be expected. I remember snippets of events most of them unclear and detached from the rest of the moment. I remember my fourth birthday party at Chuck E Cheeses and my second at the house, camping trips with family and friends and fishing with my dad, the horse ride on the trail and my friend suffering from her allergies because of it, weekdays spent at daycare while parents worked and weekends at home with them. I remember snap shots of that time, like having friends over and playing in my room or down stair