The words of a wise man in my life once said "its nice to remember the good times but don't live in the past." Sadly I find myself always looking back and wishing for different things to be how they were and wishing they never changed. Through out my school years my family was never close, we took vacations here and there and it was the closest thing for our family to be just that. a family. Sense we weren't close I reached out to certain friends and we became our own family that looked after each other and helped one another whenever a small or big problem ever came around. Years of fighting next to each other of course made us brothers. Now sitting alone here after 14 years of being with my family I find myself in a different town away from my family of blood and friends, sitting here I relive experiences of fighting, running, hugging, laughing, crying, and loving the family that I created. Sadly I remember all those times then I look around and I am without them, I am without myself.

i guess i just needed to write something just to get my head out and not be soo pitiful.