Goodbye all
Well....I'm going. Friday,7:05am, I'll be gone. To a place where no one can see me, and you are all just memories, slowly fading away from me. I've found love, hate, the inability for both, and most importantly myself in this lovely town. I've found anything and everything a man could want, and push away within this province. My family, friends, lovers. All of it, gone. I'm off to Calgary, and Jesus Christ there are some people I will miss. I love love love my mom. I hate hate hate my dad. And yes, there are small peices of me that recognize that in some twisted, demented, self-destructive way I'll miss my father as well. And the thought of no more mum, owww...
I'm not going to have anymore Dave to laugh, get drunk with, or take care of eachother with. Nor Shannon to be the gay shooping bitch with or launch massive live journal wars with. I won't have my brother to yell at me for stealing his girlfriend's panties(which you aren't getting back BITCH). I won't have my brother, the same brother who through ALL of our differances, I have remained a true brother with. With all the title could imply. That's you Matt, ya cunt rag.
No Jordan, the most genuine person I ever met. No Kosta, A.K.A my 6'4 clone. No faith(person), who I'll suprisingly miss. No more Vicky to be the person who knows me best. No Robyn to wonder if she hates me, or if I hate her for that matter. No Christine, and where that is concerned it's far too complicated to even get into. Very soon, probably no Amarla. Oh bleeding Christ in a bucket, I'm living you all. I would continue my list...but umm..I don't want to.
Shannon, Matt, and Dave. I'll miss you guys especially.
Goodbye family and friends. Goodbye Whitby and Toronto. Goodbye life
Hello Calgary....you fucking rednecks
I'm not going to have anymore Dave to laugh, get drunk with, or take care of eachother with. Nor Shannon to be the gay shooping bitch with or launch massive live journal wars with. I won't have my brother to yell at me for stealing his girlfriend's panties(which you aren't getting back BITCH). I won't have my brother, the same brother who through ALL of our differances, I have remained a true brother with. With all the title could imply. That's you Matt, ya cunt rag.
No Jordan, the most genuine person I ever met. No Kosta, A.K.A my 6'4 clone. No faith(person), who I'll suprisingly miss. No more Vicky to be the person who knows me best. No Robyn to wonder if she hates me, or if I hate her for that matter. No Christine, and where that is concerned it's far too complicated to even get into. Very soon, probably no Amarla. Oh bleeding Christ in a bucket, I'm living you all. I would continue my list...but umm..I don't want to.
Shannon, Matt, and Dave. I'll miss you guys especially.
Goodbye family and friends. Goodbye Whitby and Toronto. Goodbye life
Hello Calgary....you fucking rednecks