Things are different, but real
I'm looking through photos, my (promise) ring, and listening to music. I think of the great times we had, but then the reality kicks in and reminds me of my saddness. Saddness of years of togetherness and nothing to show for it. Such as, my engagement ring, not only that but, our arguments, and the less time we spend with one another. I sometimes think maybe, time sopent together shouldn't be a problem anymore if we weren't togther huh? You don't like my friends, yet i adapted to yours. Your family, a great family i would hate to lose. But, i try not to critize family, but it;s hard when you critize mine. i feel critized at times, when no compliements are directed towardsme, yet are directed to some model or females. that never knew or would never know you'll exsist. I get confused at times. maybe i need this anger (such like the one i felt for armando) in good use. like get all my shit straight like my surgery i'm going to have to have soon. and i need to excersise for my health but to also release my stress.