I honestly wish I could still talk to my old friend. He was the only person that Ive ever felt the most comfortable around and it felt as if I had known him my entire life. He was quiet so I got a total kick out of bugging and teasing him and looked forward to seeing him after my classes everyday. I would never admit it to him and it even took a while for me to accept it myself, but I loved him so so much. And If it ever came down to it, I would not hesitate even giving my life to save his. When he was upset I wished I had the right words to say to take his pain away; I wish that I could put it on myself if I could.
When I had to leave him it tore me into pieces; I was hurting badly at that time but it was done out of love...even though I relapsed a few times with my decision. I wanted to just run up and hug him but I couldnt. This was all my fault but I had to do what was right. I doubt he cared as much as I did anyway... Maybe I was a nuisance or annoying to him anyway.
Anywho, my time is almost up working over at revenue. I was just a temp so I'm leaving sometime in March. I hope I don't have to take that summer job working with kids again... (future caption: art teacher locks student in locker for 3 days) I hope I can actually get a decent paying job so I can move OUT, spend some quiet/quality time with Jesus, and feel like an independent woman finally *sexy pose*. I'll be kicked off of my parents insurance in a year...I'm screwed. I might as well kiss that hood apartment goodbye.
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