~A-Silenced-Heart

It must be just one of those days. When I feel the past just haunting me. 'Things I thought I'd put behind me Haunt my mind'. What a way to put it. To hear voices telling me if I move to New York, I'll be losing the ones I really loved. Oddly enough, past tense on some, and yet I still feel it for them. By me leaving them, I'll lose them forever, and I just can't leave them. It's too tough dealing with all this. I've always been so certain about me leaving the west and returning back to the east, but I still feel all the great bonds I have here. I can't simply throw that all away. I can always create new memories where I move, but I feel the strong urge to just stay on the west, not necessarily where I am now, just wherever in the west so I can always be with the ones I love.

Still there's the part of me that doesn't care and wants to just get out of here. I need a compromise between the two. I feel a strong urge to stay here simply because I've known the kids around here longer and better, not to mention some people I thought I knew back east were just a real pain in the ass.

Oh choices, how I'm glad to have nostalgic memories to have me second guessing all my choices.