so if they bubbled me stupid..........then why do i miss it? i dont miss the bubble- i miss the people in it. my friend once claimed that she had this "disease" that was temperature controlled and said that she was gonna live in a bubble. i told her i wasnt gonna come visit her in the bubble but to have fun....she said "PARTY IN THE BUBBLE!" thats almost what it seems like now. theres a party in my bubble but im not invited- well actually i dont wanna go into the bubble- i just want the party. they say that you always end up back at ur roots- i dont know what to think cuz half of me hopes its true and the other half says SNAP OUT OF IT.
i feel like everyone knew everyone but me. i was nicks little sister or mom pat's granddaughter- every once in a while they'd ask if i was debee and pat's daughter which just made things worse cuz when i was little i couldnt stand to think about the divorce. it was too hard i guess or maybe i just didnt understand it but nevertheless i knew it was bad and that i cried. i remember this one time where my mom and dad stood outside yelling about my brothers shirt when she came to pick me up. they yelled for what seemed like an hour- in little kid time i bet it was only a few minutes but i remember it cuz it happened at the corner of my house on the sidewalk. i walked to ask my mom if we were gonna leave or if i was stayin with daddy and my brother walked over to me, picked me up, and carried me to the car where he turned on the radio really loud. i guess it was so that i couldnt hear the yelling but i just remember him being so little- but he was so big at the same time. i must have been 4 or 5 which made him about 9. there were so many times i remember like that, where my brother saved me from everything. sure i had parents- 4 of them eventually before i turned 7, 8 grandparents....but only one brother.
he never bubbled me stupid. in that small town where everyone knew everyone but me, he always told them who i was. thats why i only knew his friends and never had any of my own.......cuz everyone that knew my brother, knew me..........
i feel like everyone knew everyone but me. i was nicks little sister or mom pat's granddaughter- every once in a while they'd ask if i was debee and pat's daughter which just made things worse cuz when i was little i couldnt stand to think about the divorce. it was too hard i guess or maybe i just didnt understand it but nevertheless i knew it was bad and that i cried. i remember this one time where my mom and dad stood outside yelling about my brothers shirt when she came to pick me up. they yelled for what seemed like an hour- in little kid time i bet it was only a few minutes but i remember it cuz it happened at the corner of my house on the sidewalk. i walked to ask my mom if we were gonna leave or if i was stayin with daddy and my brother walked over to me, picked me up, and carried me to the car where he turned on the radio really loud. i guess it was so that i couldnt hear the yelling but i just remember him being so little- but he was so big at the same time. i must have been 4 or 5 which made him about 9. there were so many times i remember like that, where my brother saved me from everything. sure i had parents- 4 of them eventually before i turned 7, 8 grandparents....but only one brother.
he never bubbled me stupid. in that small town where everyone knew everyone but me, he always told them who i was. thats why i only knew his friends and never had any of my own.......cuz everyone that knew my brother, knew me..........