My last memory of him is my fondest memory. I was sitting on his lap, whining. Being a child is great. Little did I know those would be our last moments together. Had I known I would have squeezed you tight. Had I known I would have made the most
I remember when I was 14, I wrote a speech for a friend who had entered a public speaking competition at school. She told the lady who coached her at the time that I had written the speech and the coach approached me and despite my doubts, she convinced me
You don’t have to change friends, if you understand that friends change. No matter how good a friend is, they are going to hurt you every once in a while, you must forgive them for that. True friendship continues to grow, even over the longest of distances. Same goes for
Pull me close Hold me tight Like glass I am frail. Wipe my tears Comfort me Give me hope Like glass I am feeble. Shoulder me Cuddle me Just be there for me For like glass I am fragile.
Writing has always been therapy for me. My pen and paper have always been the best friend I could always pour my heart out to, they were always there for me when I was lonely. These two things were the unjudgemental family I longed for. They accepted me for who