excerpt from my journal

I'm not made to live my life in one place Pt.3

I dream to big to settle down Pt.2

I am too restless to ever settle Pt1

I was the cross bearer at my grandfathers funeral.

this reminds me of the letter i wrote at summer camp.

Feelings change, but my writings are forever.

Pt.2

One day he’ll tell his girlfriend about the things we do when she’s away.

Rest easy Christian. You will forever be missed

Time really does heal all wounds.

I wrote this a week before a mental breakdown

They say you're fucked if you can't stop thinking about someone since you meet them. Well it's been a year and a half and I'm totally fucked.

I still remember that moment so perfectly.

I need to get out of the prairie provinces.

He's more addictive than smoking.

I was an asshole to you and there is nothing I can do to fix it.

Its been a year and I've loved him the same I did when he sat down beside me on that sketchy couch.

One of my first poems that I wrote back in 2014

For Marek, the only person I will ever let call me Em.