the first time i started to believe, i
was 9 years old,
my parents were
getting a divorse. and i
felt alone.
i needed support that i wasn't
getting from anyone else. i was very
confused.
and all i heard was fighting, and things breaking.
cars starting.and doors slamming.
i remember , sitting at the top of the stairs listing to
everything. i was told nothing
was my fault. and that everything would be ok.
it was summer, i was supposed to
be having fun.
i used to sit in
my room and cry, and ask to be someone
else.
i remember
sitting
on the floor late one
night. asking god to let things
work
.two months later,
my mom moved into an appartment. and i had to share my
stuff between
two houses. i didn't
realize,
how hard this was going to be.
christmas came . my
mom came over, and it
was like old times. but 2 hours
later, she left. and i
went with her. god, helped me when
no one else did.
and,
now.
everything
is prefect.
and i
couldn't
ask for a better life < 3
the best and most beautiful things in the
world cannot be seen or even touched -
they must be felt with the heart .
--helen keller
oops when i went to post
this it had a
bunch of other things of the same thing .
fyi , i'm not a jocker , i saw it at this museum
thing in boston . sorry if you had it first .
you were right I was wrong all along but tonight were still
young so i'm leaving from the town were
both from because tonight has become what I feared
that it
would