Seeing Past.

There came a day in my life where all I cared about was dragged away from me and ripped apart. It's happened four times since I was two. My father, who left my life. My best friend who was taken away from his family and friends so cruelly. My other best friend, for all the same reasons, and now the only father I have ever known. In my life bad things come every two years, and they always come in twos. Well one of my bad things happened, and now I'm wondering what the next one will be.

In 4 months and 17 days I turn 18 and in 4 months and 9 days I'm going to force my mother and father to sit in the same room and at the same table for the first time since I was little.

Maybe one day someone will learn to see past my tears, maybe one day someone can be that one who knows just when I'm hurt and all I need is a *REAL* hug. Maybe one day I'll be worthy of a friend who'll drop everything and show up on my doorstep, if only to say hello like I did for so many years.

For now I'm destined to my closest friend being a fish that fights with it's own reflection and a cat who just doesn't care.