My knowledge of Words

has been taken away from me. It seems I don't know what I want to say or if I do know, what words to say..
You see, I cannot explain this sentence above^ It does not make sense...
I feel like throwing up..or something.. I don't feel well.
TIme is being taken from me and my life in 40 or 50 years will come to be non existent. I don't know what I will accomplish while I'm on this earth. I want to be a mother, a wife, a grandma, a pet owner, a baker, an artist, and photographer. There is so much I want to do and so little time to do it. I've spent already 14 minutes on this blog, writing what I wish, erasing mistakes, and just different things. The thing is, this blog is probably a waste of my time...The only ones who read this...well I don't have anything to say about them..It tells people what I feel-sometimes. It tells people what I've done-sometimes. It tells stories-sometimes.

I remember when I was little I used to visit my dad every Wed-Thurs. Then I'd see him on weekends. This one weekend, when he lived in the "San Miguel House", I was walking around in my tiny princess shoes and i started going outside. Something happened, I tripped or landed on my heel wrong, and I ended up bleeding. I started to cry-only when I saw the blood. I can honestly say, after this incident, I didn't wear those tiny princess heels.

I look at the picture on my wall and I notice, I can't remember any of these times...not one..It makes me sad because I forget everything so easily and bluntly, it sucks.

For the first time, my rings are bugging me while typing...