Myself and Ibrahim

When I say Ibrahim is my everything, I mean it. Then again he can get really annoying. There's no way I should get mad at him, though, because he's gone through a lot.

What Ibrahim has gone through is similar to some of what I've dealt with, in terms of severity. I am six years older than he is, so I should cut him some slack, because I myself was probably a lot like him when I was twenty-one.

Negativity has torn us up on the inside, yet we've survived by trying to count the positives. Ibrahim's hopeful outlook on life, and my resilience to my soul becoming cold, has made us a team to just keep on going.