Drive for Five

Today I went to the Patriots Super Bowl parade. To sum up the whole experience it was unbelievable. Even though it was freezing with a mix of rain and snow, thousands of Patriots fans flooded the streets of Boston.

To see Tom Brady in person was something that I will remember for the rest of my life, it might sound kind of corny since he’s just an athlete to some people but that’s not the case around here in New England. He’s a hero, he’s a role model, he is the greatest quarterback of all time.

Like I said, the parade was incredible, something I will remember forever but something just didn’t sit right with me. I saw all these couples enjoying the experience and it only reminded me of her. I pretend to not let it bother me but once I find myself alone here at home, she’s all I think about. It’s only been a few days since we last spoke but it feels like an eternity.

I guess these will be the hardest days to get through. They are long, cold, and draining. I’ve been having trouble sleeping, waking up in the middle of night sweating profusely.

I guess what this whole post is about is the fact that even though I had an amazing experience today, it would’ve been better if I had been able to tell her about it. Since she’s halfway around the world it would’ve been impossible for her to be here, but I know she would’ve loved it.

Part of me wants to reach out because we left off on such a bad note but I just can’t. For now, I need to take this experience from the parade and think about it when I find myself feeling down in the dumps.


Where do I begin?

My name’s Manny, I’m 22 years old from a little old City in Massachusetts called Waltham. Never in a million years did I think I’d end up starting my own blog, but based on a recent turn of events in my life, I decided to give this a shot. To be completely honest I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing but just typing out my thoughts is a good enough start for me. I must say writing my first post was harder than I thought it would be, I have so many thoughts running through my mind but getting them out and forming them into a well organized and structured post is much easier said than done.

Now, where do I start? At this point in my life I can’t say I’m happy about where I’m at seeing how my own self-destructive tendencies pushed someone I cared about dearly out of my life. I’ve made plenty of mistakes but losing someone you care about more than yourself is shattering. As I sit here thinking, I just asked myself this question “did I really care about her that much?” because if I did I wouldn’t have let it get to this point. I’m only 22 years old but I don’t believe your age should have anything to do with how you feel about someone, but that’s another story for another time. The whole point of this is the amount of pain you endure can not dictate the way you live your life, no matter how tough things get you just have to pick your head up and fight on.