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Tales From Another Broken Home

If life was like a book, why did it feel like back then, that March, was the beginning? Logically, shouldn't the beginning of one's book start at birth? I suppose not; not for me. It was as if my childhood was like an exposition, and I was just now, at the age of seventeen, arriving at the epilogue. My life had been changed so drastically in just a few short months; it seemed it was like I wasn't even the same person anymore.

Not that it was a bad thing – I realized that things around me and the people I saw didn't have the same life as I did, didn't have the same circumstances, the same happiness, the same troubles. My eyes were opened.

I often wondered to myself what things would have been like if I hadn't even moved at all. If I hadn't been so naive. If I hadn't have said this, done that.

Known him.

Maybe he wouldn't have said this.

Done that.

I never knew a saint could die.
  1. Comin' at You on the Count of One, Two...
    Because a warning would have been nice.
  2. He's Insubordinate
    Because we're definately not suppossed to be mixing ALL the chemicals together.
  3. In the Parking Lot of the 7-11
    Because they probably didn’t have anywhere else to go.
  4. In an Ordinary World
    Because it was just all too mundane.
  5. The Space That's Inbetween Insane and Insecure
    Because that's definitely where I thought I was for doing this.
  6. What the Hell's Your Name?
    Because apparently he didn’t know it yet.
  7. Starry Nights, City Lights, Coming Down Over Me
    Because I had never really noticed them before.
  8. Where the City Sleeps and I’m the Only One
    Because I felt like I was.
  9. Running Away from Pain
    Because I was such a coward.
  10. Bittersweet Migraine in My Head
    Because everything was just strange.
  11. She’s All Alone Again
    Because - did I really belong here?
  12. The Son of Rage and Love
    Because what, do you think you're Jesus or something?
  13. Its Like a Throbbing Toothache of the Mind
    Because my head kept pounding and pounding.