Life Choices Change Lives
I left New York at 15 to go live with my dad in Georgia. I was stupid for this but it was a good learning lesson. There was pain, there was tears, lies, fears, and heartbreak. I fell in love. I did drugs. I made a choice to stop drugs and told my boyfriend about the situation. His family took me to the police and I was put in a group home. Finally I came back to New York. However, My mom will never let it die. It was a choice, a mistake, but a choice.
Since I have returned I have made many more choices. For example, Jonathan. The day I went to Chinatown was a random choice, but still very life turning. Jonathan and I ended up going and we met up with a few of my friends. He met Egypt a good friend of mine which was fun and we went to all different Anime stores that he never knew existed. I had a great time, but this was where I first made the decision to let him be apart of my life. The only reason it may have been a mistake is the pain that I may eventually feel by finally putting my guard down and letting someone in.
Since Chinatown, most of my decisions and issues have revolved around Jonathan. At least all the interesting ones. This story was fairly recent although can be related to many many other stories. I always find myself happiest in parks and surrounded by nature. The one I was thinking of was just last night. It seems stories like these are the only ones I can really focus on.There's a lot that happens although there's only certain things that stand out for me and those things always involve my heart. Laughing in the park.
Yesterday I had a lot of fun acting out Titanic with Jonathan and laughing my ...ahem well Lmaoing. Though I always laugh at situations like that and it's not like its hard to make me laugh but it just happens a lot more with Jonathan. This story is closely related to the other one about being in Chinatown because it is a similar choice. Actually probably the same choice. Although there could be other choices involved with this specific one and I think I'm making the right choice if you know what I'm talking about. In the case you don't understand what I mean while saying this, then you should probably try to read between the lines.
Thinking back at the first story, I realize all my important choices are actually the same. A choice to allow someone into my heart. The first time I let someone in Georgia into my heart changed everything. It is the turning point where I stopped drugs and got out of that horrible situation I was in. Now, in New York, with the situation in Chinatown, and in the park I am waiting to see how it affects my life. I wonder if any changes will take place because of this choice. Only time will tell.