New Years Eve, 2010.

Realizing I wont be spending new years around my life long and closest friends this year had me thinking. I don't remember the last time I wasn't around for a New Years celebration with close ones. After I pondered that thought for about 6 minutes, I thought of something else. Everything I put in order for some what of a New Years resolution. Reminds me of the feeling you get after you've vomited. But not regular vomit. Some sort of yellow acid that continuously cannot be prevented from tasting. That is exactly how my 2010 year felt, aside from a few wonders I came across. I don't care care who could be reading this, or who will never read this. I just talk about what I feel. What I go through. I am a 24 year old man who lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. There is nothing too special about this city, unless you make something of it. I have what I think is a large network of friends. I have a roommate. I am timid. I love chocolate pudding. I love sports. I wear clothes from genres I am not a part of. I get paid 10.50/hour. I will listen to a Face to Face record and a Kanye West record in the same hour. I have a brother and a sister. My favourite colour is yellow. I have loved. I think I have been loved. I am secretly stubborn sometimes. I am afraid of heights but I will still attempt leaps into water etc. I love writing. I have let a lot of people down at some point in my life. I look up to my dad but he doesn't know it. I am intimidated easily. I have hurt somebodies feelings. I have been hurt. I have been to Amsterdam. I admire certain friends and people that would never know it. I am a leader in my own way. I am prestige in my own way. I have been broke. I have goals. I make mistakes. I have a dream.


Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely