Clayton (deathparade) wrote in childrenofnight,

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The Lovesong Writer

So, I guess this a place to share. And I'd like to share something that has changed my life:

At the beginning of the summer.I started talking to a girl on myspace. She had been my friend for a long time but we never really got to know each other. So we started talking and realized that we really liked each other. She had lived with her boyfriend at the time because she had already been kicked outof her dad's place, and her mom's place. So, she left her boyfriend's for me (as well as other reasons) and proceded to be homeless. One day she calls me up and asks me, "Do you want to move to Vancouver?" And I said happily said yes. So at nine a.m. on September 2nd. I up and left my shit hole town and went to meet her in Barrie, Ontario at five forty five on the morning of September 3rd. "Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning" We lived homeless in Barrie for about two weeks and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.

The night before we were supposed to leave for Vancouver, our tickets were stolen. So we went to live with her mom in Gravenhurst, Ontario. I got a job at Boston Pizza and was ready to settle down with her. But at times, which grew to more often than not, I was hit with a series of depression episodes. I had left for two reasons. To pursue my solo career as a musician, and to be with her. My guitar was somwhere In Barrie and we had no way of finding it, just the hope of running into the girl who has our stuff downtown or something. She couldn't deal with my depression episodes anymore, she asked that I Ieave. But I could stay as long as I needed to. So on friday, I left, I couldn't get a hold of her. No goodbye, only a letter.

And now I'm in Halifax, living with my best friend and her roommate.

But what I wanted to share is this. Since waking upto get ready to leave on Setpember 2nd. My mind has lost any grasp of where I am in this world. To what situations I sometimes get myself into. I'd even go as far as to say I've actually lost my mind. I don't think about what I'm dong, why I'm doing or hat will happen when it's over. And that makes me happy. I was cursed by thinking too much. Thinking is not a way to live life. Take some time, gather up some money, and make a random trip without thinking. I promise you won't regret it.
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