Every person that walks in and out of my life have taken me on many different journeys. People that have left footprints on my heart and people who have come and gone with no prints left behind. Trinkets and memories, pictures and souvenirs all of these add to my journeys.
Everything in my room is a memory of the journeys I have taken with friends...but recently the reminders of Senior year, of trips last May, of pictures are ripping me to shreds. I have my friends that make the days bearable but the old friends have have walked in and out the old friends that mean the world but make me feel like I have been treated like shit make looking at my memories unbearable. And those items should make me feel good, remember the fun times, but everything I look at, everything that reminds me of the old friends make me sick.
And all because I was treated like shit in the wrong situation on a journey I should be enjoying
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