Living In The Past Is Something I Do Often

About

Hey, My Name Is Lawrence. I've Lived a tough life. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no attention seeker, and for the record... Im gonna babble on so you can stop reading now if you like, I'm not an interesting person anyways.

I grew up in Manhattan, New York and still reside here. This lively city manages to hold many secrets including mine. As a child I had to fend for myself since my Parents don't do much other than put a house over my head. Now let me say this before i continue... my life is no joke. People don't believe half the shit I tell them, and I don't blame them. That being said, When I was eight I moved out of my home and moved in with my Godfather in Harlem. He was in bad company with some pretty bad people, and I got sucked into his bullshit.
Growing up I did stupid things, I ended up getting into substance abuse and spending time with my God father too much. He sent me to a rehab center, and it never really did much, I moved out and was homeless for a while so my friends would take me in back and forth, I was ten. I've been struggling ever since. I'm just trying to get by, and somehow things just work out. When I went to the rehab center I met this wonderful, beautiful, amazing girl named Lauren. We liked the same things, struggled with the same things and understood each others pain. Things have been shaky between us, but she's been my rock, and she's kept me from hurting and harming myself, she currently lives in upstate NY and things had gotten complicated since then. I haven't heard from her since, she will not be forgotten but sometimes I wonder at what cost. There is another girl though; Ashley, a wonderful girl that more recently came into my life, and is currently my only motivation towards living, breathing, and keeping away from substances. I haven't done anything since and I've come to realize that I'm not doing it for my well being anymore. She needs me to be okay, well, and alive... So I do it for her. She's made this fight against my mind and body possible. I wouldn't have it any other way. Theres more to my miserable life but I'll just leave it at that, Not like anyone gives a shit anyway.
I don't expect you to feel bad for me or to believe me, hell I'm just saying things happen. If you read this far then thanks I guess.

This blog is dedicated to the things that help me get by like Music, or some films, I doubt you'll like it.

I have a last.fm if any of you care. Same name as my tumblr.