As some of u may know, I commute about 2 hours each way to and from work. Part of my journey takes me past my old high school which I left a long long long time ago. I also go thru areas that were my old stomping grounds and even past two houses I used to live in with my parents. most days I pretty much keep my head down and read a book or look and post here on sp. But for some reason today I was casually looking out the bus Window when I got hit with all these memories from my past. It was crazy, I could feel these memories as well see and recall every detail. These were some of the best times of my growing up, I wasnt bullied anymore or teased for been different, I just fit in for once and everything clicked. It was also the same time I started using drugs, which looking back, its no wonder I kept using them. As far as I was concerned these drugs made me become “normal”, & accepted.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was that along with these memories, came a flood of sadness.i almost felt like I was grieving for something. Maybe for all the hopes and dreams of that younger me. Anyway, its true what they say, youth is wasted on the young….. as it should be. So, in case any of u dont kill urself, live it up, take risks, go hard in ur own way and do as much fun shit as u can. In fact, if u are gonna kill urself, do this anyway, cos afterwards. ..Its just black.