Posted by Mindy1718 on 2013/10/16 under Uncategorized Living in a big family has been great but, what’s the point in parents if they don’t really understand who you really are? I’ve lived with the doubt of being my parents child because they usually underestimate me. Never had they understood the reason of why I was sad, happy, or etc. I love my parents but, I can’t say that I love them enough to stick up for them when they’re in trouble. If only they would understand, things that I’ve seen have been scary and yet, displeasing to the eyes. The wonder of my mind is pretty different from everyone else’s, I know that for sure. The mind is an on-going battle between the good thought and the bad thoughts. Every day this seems to be there and not go away. Sometimes the thoughts haunt my very own life. I love day dreaming, it’s my favorite thing to do in life. My day dreams fill my hunger and so does writing my own thoughts. A journal helps but, it would help even more if there was at least one person to tell. People often think of my words…odd. I wouldn’t blame them but, I wish that they wouldn’t judge me and just listen to me. I’ll listen to your problems but, what about mine’s?