The first time I heard about you I was around 12, I remember my mom and dad were watching “Stand by me”, then my mom told me that my dads Young years were closed to the movie, he was raised in a Christian stricked family, and my mom was raised in a more liberal and wild family, nowadays I beg that they show that movie on TV so I can get to know you.
\nI dont know why but I feel pretty closed to you, yeah you were cute and everything but I feel like we were supposed to be friends or something like that.About a year ago I read fot the first time “Love letters to the dead” and I could avoid feeling like Laurel, my sister didnt died or something like that, she moved and my parents got divorced, so yeah, basically I was kinda like Laurel.
\nRiver, I know that I am going to do big Things, everyone say that to me “you are going to do great Things” “an engineer!” “a writer” blahblahblah… I dont want to be something like that I want to be an actress, wait no, I am going to be an actress, you know? Since I read the book I knew that I was going to be Laurel, it hasnt happened yet but I know I am Laurel, theres no one who could representes her better than me, I know that I am going to be a succesfull actress in Hollywood, it sounds crazy I know but somehow I know that it is what I am destined to it, I feel it inside my hearth<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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