Fireworks

Yes, it crossed my mind. I chose not to answer that particular question on formspring. 

Fireworks are something I need in my life. They remind me of my mom. I remember being afraid of them when I was little. I also remember being afraid of the dark and afraid of being on stage. All three used to make me cry, and now... I guess I'm a big girl now. A young woman, and I realized that on Saturday. My family holds me in high esteem, and I should do the same. Because every once in a while, I deserve it. He cried during the show. Which means more to me than anything else that happened this whole weekend. "Your daughter has a woman's voice." I don't have the luxury of hearing myself through a mic or from the auditorium, but I'm told I did well. And I got thanked for being on pitch, which is something I alwaysalwaysalways strive for.
I keep setting precedents for myself. It makes me really happy. I break my own records. I need to focus on swimming right now, and on school and reading and writing. I want to be caught up by the end of the summer. I want a 3.something next semester. I want to learn new words. 
I really enjoy being with you and you two. A combination of the three is a really good thing for me right. 
("No. Explain to me why you're leaving."
"Because you are not worth it." I heard it in your voice, not his. 
I know it's fearful of me not to be more tearful, but thank heaven I am.)