January 10th, 2011 at 12:16am
I know that one day you'll grow up and away from me. I've accepted it. Someday, I'll be forced into being older as well.
I cried. I was kicked in the mouth by another preson, the tooth split down the middle and fell out in pieces over the next few days. I was miserable. Now, you can't even tell that it's missing.
I always give my stories layouts, even if they're simple. I think it's like putting the final cover on the book. It makes it worthwhile.
My wisdom teeth haven't grown in yet. I don't want them to. It'll mean I'm getting older.
I just realized I'm in that story too...and I never read it.