Everyone in the world has their favorite things.
Some people may claim it is raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens or something like that.
Some people claim it to be music.
Others prefer being in warm beds with cool sheets.
For me personally it is being back in the 17055 laying in my bed writing. Promising myself to be a better person and not to be such a ***** up. I am tired of letting go of the people I consider to be so wonderful. I just miss the person I had been. The fact I messed up is a **** shame so I think I need to continue to reiterate it. I look at myself and wonder where I went wrong.
I’m not anyones favorite anymore, but being told I was for awhile was nice. It meant a lot to me for a long time. It allowed me to dream. It allowed me to try and at least push myself to something better. I just wish that something as heavy as that wasn’t thrown at me. We could have been untouchable and free. But here we are. I will move on to be something else.  So hopefully someday I’ll be on the road. Seeing my favorite things in the whole world. The things that make me happy. Someday I’ll find my calling and eventually leave a parting gift each time I leave someone behind.