• It seems the Fox and the Hound movie is as accurate as ever, but the pain it is bering with it, is cruel. As I sip the monster in my hands the memories of joy and friendship come rushing in with wip flashes of pain and joy. The tears of a missing friendship are brimming my eyes ready to soak my face once more. Surely I should be thankful she is okay and happy where she is, but it is all too missing for me, I never wanted to overwhelm her with my problems, but I did. I regret everything I had said to hurt or disturb her. But now it is all too late. If your memories are the ones killing you, should you have them at all? I want to listen to her, but to do that is to change my life completely, and I can't. I abused my friendship with her, and now it is all but ruined by rain and a train ticket down. People are mad at me, for reasons we all shall know. All my dreams are crashing on the floor with a crack on the wall as to where life has thrown them. Could it be the end? Or have I given up too soon to notice everything around me as I try to pick my dreams up and fix them with stupid bandaids? Probably...is fighting for my rights to be me all that it is cracked up to be? Though people say keep going and a week later say give up. Am I supposed to be here?.....Even though all my friends say yes, but my whole body says no? Where is my home?...We all have one.....but wheres mine because I don't feel welcome here.....