We Were Never Supposed To Last This Long
I found this notebook after a very long time. It was my journal with these certain idiots who found me and gave me the love I never had while growing up in a very strict and biblical Christian home.Pages full of laughter, messy drawings and sketches that became remembrances of our own existence. Nights where we would prefer each other's company than leaving this world for good.A place I could call home.Reading it now, I realize how fleeting those moments were, and how much they shaped me-though I didn't know it at the time.It's just a typical life of high schoolers. Our memory embedded in a lot of things that don't even last that long, but just enough to trigger some other memories, just to reminisce...And hope.…





