In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “When Childhood Ends.”
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I was 10 when I realized I was growing up. I could feel my imagination fading away as information from school filled my brain. I was beginning to understand that I needed to be treated better than my friends were treating me at the time. I even began to get depressed at the thought of any past memory. Again, I was only 10. Continue reading
When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up being the right call?
(Thanks for suggesting this prompt, Sia Positive!)
In April, I decided to try an online dating site specifically for gay guys. It was there I met my best friend for life. The thing is, he’s 30 and I’m 17, so although my instincts told me he was a good guy, I was cautious- brought a pocket knife with me on our first date just in case things got out-of-hand. My instincts, however, were right. Although today, we are not dating (we weren’t exactly compatible in that way), we’re still great friends and plan to be for a long time, supporting each other and being there for each other when we need it most. I’m glad I trusted my instincts, for I may have never gotten the opportunity to make such an awesome friend and companion.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
It started in April. It was a time of confusion and grief, a time when I was really starting to miss my ex-boyfriend, Jessie, while I was trying to date another guy, Michael. The longer I was with Michael, the more my heart ached for Jessie, and that really sucked because I was also beginning to really enjoy Michael’s company, but it just wasn’t the same. Continue reading