my father loves his garden. he makes me go outside every evening to look at it. he talkes about his tomotoes as if they are more valuable than diamonds, and i think he secretly wanted a funeral for the dead sunflowers [murdered by those pesky squirrels].
my step-mother spent hours picking the buds from the lavender plants in our front yard. she placed them in little sea-shell cups all over the house.
these things make me immensly happy.
i don't think anyone else in the whole world can tell how much i've changed this summer. and i don't really care. because i feel different. and i don't ever want to cut myself down again.
i am scribbled and small and i am loving summer. i am loving those birds and windchimes whistling outside. i am loving everyone. so much it hurts sometimes.
always had the desire to fly. but, i'm not sure if you can get any farther than you can with a natural high.
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