Leaving On A Jet Plane...

Once Agian I am leaving windsor, Not quite on a jet plane but on train, I am once agian leaving home, it's nice to come back here for the constant reminder of exaclty who the fuck I am, and who I always have been. there are little things like the car in leddy library that keep me grounded and remind me exactly why I left and what's more important, but knowing that there is alwys going to be the possibility of return to exactly the place i feel most at home is a great a feeling... there are not many places in Ontario where i can be randomly walking up california street and have someone call out my old Nickname and it's someone I know and two minutes later we are cracking jokes about or respective hockey teams... there are reasons i put down roots here, there are reason this was place I went from being a teenager to becoming a serious adult. My responsibilties aren't here but My freinds are. this is always the place that i'm going to come back to, Mostly to remeber exactly who i am, that person, my Character.. Exactly who I am, even broken and beaten that person has and will never change.. I'm better than that.. I just needed a reminder.

Current Mood: Depressed
Current Music: Adele, Someone like You.
You can take my life, but you'll never break me.
So bring me your worst...
And I will definitely give you mine.

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Franco Un-American.

I hate everyone. I just pretend I don’t because I’m chasing this false inner peace, thats being constantly eroded by outsiders. I am happy, I was at peace. But I do see my country and more importantly my city for what it’s for and I’m getting angry again. Maybe I do need to be angry. Maybe I do need to rebel. Maybe I do need to speak out despite the fact that it can be used against me and hurt those I love. Nothing fucking new to me. This apathy has gotten me nowhere, this trying to be at peace was working but maybe I need to be angry, maybe I need to rail agianst the things that once were right have now went wrong. This isn’t a world I want my child growing up in, and he’s grown. But this isn’t the world I promised him. This is something else. This city wants to pick a fight with me? Cool, I know what busybody bitch it is. Don’t think I will tolerate any threats to those that I care for or myself. You want to fucking start a war? Maybe it’s time for me to be angry again.

Someone Like You.

I know there are aspects of me, my personality and my life that you still like. It’s why you had my child and no one else’s. But I don’t colour within the lines enough for you to settle down with. That’s been acknowledged for two fucking decades. He’s an adult. I don’t need to answer to anyone anymore in my life. I wasted years fighting you when I should have been fixing you. But those moments are over. All of our moments are over. I don’t even need to be angry. I just need to be. You and I are toxic. I’m better off without you in my life. It’s a little less toxic when I’m the only one on the boat. Only the captain goes down with the ship. I’ve always known i would die alone anyhow. No family, no friend’s, no real accomplishments to my life. I wrote that line almost 30 years ago. Self fulfilling prophecy. At least that way when I implode no one gets hurts. I was a fool to think otherwise. I’ve left too much damage in my path. I just want to be happy and at peace whatev...

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