The longest break of my life
For those of you who dont already know, I was just at Trent for five days. (I'll do a post about that later) I was so happy while I was up there. It was almost as if my life was coming together for the best. If I wanted to be alone, I closed my door. If I wanted to be with friends, I opened my door and there were over 50 men and women willing just to talk, chill or go raid tim hortons.
As soon as I got back into Toronto, the horrors began again. I can't believe how bad these past two days have been. I must pay tribute to Young though. She is really an amazing friend. Thank you Young.
As hard as it gets, nothing is harder then losing a friend. For the 8th time, I may have lost a friend because someone closer to them doesn't like the way I am. I know if that if thats the case than they're not great friends but it still hurts. I go through all these difficulties to remain my own individual and just because many of my beliefs and ways are long since ended... I get the short end.
My Kingston counter-part(the fighter for love) has many of the same problems. We both decided on Trent but he just recently told me way. I must say that it easily applies to me as well. Both are pasts are haunted to the point where we just begin to block it from our minds. Our dreams have a way of leaving us with a restless night. I don't even remember mine anymore.
I guess the harder life will pay off in the long run but to steal a happy childhood is a high price. I'm gonna be leaving Toronto soon and a great deal of the pain will stay within the boarders of the city but I want you to know that I will take my friends with me no matter where I am. And Young, yes I will visit every time I'm in town just so you can play with my hair or use my arm as a teddy bear. May the warriors life pay off one day.
As soon as I got back into Toronto, the horrors began again. I can't believe how bad these past two days have been. I must pay tribute to Young though. She is really an amazing friend. Thank you Young.
As hard as it gets, nothing is harder then losing a friend. For the 8th time, I may have lost a friend because someone closer to them doesn't like the way I am. I know if that if thats the case than they're not great friends but it still hurts. I go through all these difficulties to remain my own individual and just because many of my beliefs and ways are long since ended... I get the short end.
My Kingston counter-part(the fighter for love) has many of the same problems. We both decided on Trent but he just recently told me way. I must say that it easily applies to me as well. Both are pasts are haunted to the point where we just begin to block it from our minds. Our dreams have a way of leaving us with a restless night. I don't even remember mine anymore.
I guess the harder life will pay off in the long run but to steal a happy childhood is a high price. I'm gonna be leaving Toronto soon and a great deal of the pain will stay within the boarders of the city but I want you to know that I will take my friends with me no matter where I am. And Young, yes I will visit every time I'm in town just so you can play with my hair or use my arm as a teddy bear. May the warriors life pay off one day.