Moving

Here it goes, tonight is my last night in the place I have called home for for 13 months. I guess I can say leaving the place is not the part that is hard. I have many memories here and not to mention I am moving and not going to be able to take someone with me. I have to say it is like I am leaving a piece of me behind. I really do not want this to be a sad post, but what part of moving away from a loved on is going to be happy? I can not help the way I feel, but I can help the way I react to the feelings I have. I can honestly say it hurts to leave but on the other hand if it helps someone else, I can do it.

Just Some Thoughts

* Sometimes the world can make people so cruel, it sucks them into the spell of worldly things.
* Why is it that people can pinpoint others flaws, but are to ignorant to discover our own.
* We have became hostages to a world of hurt and disappointment.

Pain can do many things, it can corrupt our minds.
It has made people cold hearted and bitter.
Sometimes we should stop and evaluate ourselves to try and find the solution.
How do you find the answers when you do not know the questions?

Could it be possible that we have held on to the pain for so long, that it makes us bitter?
Even if we feel that we have moved on. Well, is it?