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Why Me

Posted: April 17, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

I ask God, “Why me, why my father.”  It’s not fair to my siblings and I.  I’m sick of the drugs and the lies and the women in my father’s life, in my life.  I want to get out, I need to get out.  It is ridiculous when every penny of your money goes to the drugs that you take.  It would be nice to not think of my father this way but it is impossible.  Drugs are his life now, not me.  On top of his actions when he does drugs, the hysterical actions when he is without is mind blowing.  I like to think about my life when my father was loving and caring.  He was a father then, now he is just a drug addict.  Will this ever end, will I get a new beginning?  I tell myself that I will never do the things that my father does, like sacrificing the bill money on drugs or alcohol.  But what if I do?  I want to get out, I need to get out.

Under the Spotlight

Posted: April 17, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

Being under the spotlight can be very frustrating.  One time when I felt like I was under the spotlight was when I auditioned for Stage.  I was very nervous and my hands were sweaty.  I was feeling sick and I wanted to run away.  I did not think that I could do it.

I got an adrenaline rush right before my performance and I went into my audition with confidence and courage.  I believed in myself.  I recited some lines from some plays and read from a couple monologues.  They sent me on my way and I went home.  About a week later, I got a message that I was going to be taking part in Stage.

A Stream Loses its Song

Posted: April 17, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

A Stream Without Rocks Loses Its Song

This makes me think of my parents.  Parents are an example of the rocks, how the stream relies on the rocks to make its song.  I am the stream.  Maybe people these days rely way too much on their parents.  But parents provide us with the things in our life that we need to succeed.  The stream would be worthless without its rocks.

Bad Habits

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

Everyone has atleast one bad habit.  My bad habit would probably be breathing hard when I concentrate but my sister has a very bad habit.  She tends to blink alot.  It’s like her eyes are consantly twitching.  She cannot stand to blink normally.  Everyone tries to help her out but it never works and she doesn’t even notice that she is doing it.  She became very worried because she thought that something was wrong with her.  I told her that I used to blink like she does but I didn’t pay any attention to it and I eventually got over the bad habit.  She was very gratedful for my help.

Cancer

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

It’s very saddening to have to put my family through

This.  They seem to not mind to take care of me but

I feel like I am a burden.  As the cancer spread through

My lungs it starts to hurt more and more.  I am ready to

Go but my family is not.  I have been holding on to see if

My family can make it without me, and they are strong.

I believe that I am ready after all of the hair loss and the

Cancer.  I feel like I am just worthless now.  I put

A smile on my face like a mask.  Maybe my family can

See through it.  They can tell that I am losing my mind

And I can’t hold on much longer.  I try to control what I

Say but my mouth moves and I don’t even know what is

Coming out.  I do not regret any of my decisions in my life

But I am ready to go.  Goodbye loved ones.

Memories

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

Memories can be wonderful things.  We wish to only remember good things in our life but that is not always the case.  We mainly forget the good things but our  bad memories are attached to us.  The good memories, however, will make their way in our mind every once in a while.

One of my least forgotten memories is my fourth grade talent show.  It was a chance for me to break free.  I had held it for two years.  I stepped on the stage and sang my heart out.  I ended up winning the talent show.

Another good memory is the one of my family and I going to Camden Park.  We had been preparing for this trip for a week.  I was so excited.  We arrived there and I rode every ride, some of them I rode twice.  Everyone was exhaustedat the end of the day so my mom got two hotel rooms, boys stayed in one, and girls stayed in the other.

So memories can be good and bad, I personally would like to remember the good memories.

Under Pressure

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

I know that they know no better

But it doesn’t make any difference.

They make me so angry when they

Act like they haven’t a care in the

World.  All of the pressure is put on

Me.  Being a parent is difficult sometimes.

I do not regret conceiving my children

But it would be a lot easier without them.

I love my children and I wish nothing but

The best for them.