But home, is a feeling I've burried in you
It's just proof you can't escape your past, as far and as hard as you run.
Remember, dear - A lie is a lie is a lie.
A lie is a lie is a lie.
Well, with that said, Canada was fantabulous. Which was unfortunet, actually. I had a lot of time to be away from everything ugly that is America. Living out of a suitcase for three weeks sucked, but oh well. It was worth it. I went on my first motorcycle ride, which was amazing. I could definetly become a motorcycle person. Come to think of it, I guess it's in my blood. I watched a lightning storm over a lake. Breath-taking. I saw Parliment Hill, and Fort Henry. I met relatives I'd never met before. It was such a great experience.
Which is why it sucked. I wanted to go up there, and feel completely out of place and unwelcome. Or, if not that, I wanted to love it there, and come here and feel out of place. Instead, I was welcomed there with open arms everywhere, and was greeted home with balloons for crying out loud. You can't call two places home. So, I am torn. At least I have two years.
In the past year, I've had to redefine a lot of things. Friendship and Trust two of the most important. I suppose high school really tests those two things. I've lost one of my closest friends, although I hope we'll be able to stay in touch. The pain of losing Tiff will only get worse. As far as friendship goes, I was screwed for five years by rebecca. After that ended, I was agained screwed over in a friendship that weathered five years as well. It was supposed to "last forever". The amount of damage done there is yet to be determined. Trust is something that comes and goes. I always thought it went hand in hand with Friendship and Love, but I keep being proven wrong. It isn't very encouraging.
We live and we learn, right?
Today was great. Saw Pirates, again. The day ended with me laughing so hard I had to lean on Greg, then feeling so torn, the laughter turned to tears. I'm starting to understand how it's possible to pull a Zack, and it's killing me.
I'm going to go read the Bridget Jones sequel. If someone by chance reads this and wants to contact me, I have no email, so try using the phone, eh?
Remember, dear - A lie is a lie is a lie.
A lie is a lie is a lie.
Well, with that said, Canada was fantabulous. Which was unfortunet, actually. I had a lot of time to be away from everything ugly that is America. Living out of a suitcase for three weeks sucked, but oh well. It was worth it. I went on my first motorcycle ride, which was amazing. I could definetly become a motorcycle person. Come to think of it, I guess it's in my blood. I watched a lightning storm over a lake. Breath-taking. I saw Parliment Hill, and Fort Henry. I met relatives I'd never met before. It was such a great experience.
Which is why it sucked. I wanted to go up there, and feel completely out of place and unwelcome. Or, if not that, I wanted to love it there, and come here and feel out of place. Instead, I was welcomed there with open arms everywhere, and was greeted home with balloons for crying out loud. You can't call two places home. So, I am torn. At least I have two years.
In the past year, I've had to redefine a lot of things. Friendship and Trust two of the most important. I suppose high school really tests those two things. I've lost one of my closest friends, although I hope we'll be able to stay in touch. The pain of losing Tiff will only get worse. As far as friendship goes, I was screwed for five years by rebecca. After that ended, I was agained screwed over in a friendship that weathered five years as well. It was supposed to "last forever". The amount of damage done there is yet to be determined. Trust is something that comes and goes. I always thought it went hand in hand with Friendship and Love, but I keep being proven wrong. It isn't very encouraging.
We live and we learn, right?
Today was great. Saw Pirates, again. The day ended with me laughing so hard I had to lean on Greg, then feeling so torn, the laughter turned to tears. I'm starting to understand how it's possible to pull a Zack, and it's killing me.
I'm going to go read the Bridget Jones sequel. If someone by chance reads this and wants to contact me, I have no email, so try using the phone, eh?