mainklne's Journal

I hate my life
I stood on my porch thinking about how beautiful the sun was going down on the horizon, and thinking about why all of this had to happen to me. It didn’t seem fair, hell it wasn’t fair. The fact that he was older wasn’t fair either, that was just bogus, and I don’t think you’re supposed to fall in love with an older man, even if he is only eighteen. There’s a point where I believe every body falls in love, and for me that was now, or was now. He was tall and teenage boy-ish looking, lengthy body that had arms to his knees because he had the body of a rag doll, never wanting to stand up straight. Deep brown eyes that surrounded your whole boy with when you stared at him, and you had to stare at him. His red converse high tops always matching with everything he wore, even the plaid golf shorts that I hated. But through all that out ward statue that he so rightly posed in, he was different, a sweet heart, a different person. So what makes a person change I’m sure you’re asking? Other people, drugs, violence, life, and of course love itself. But in this case it was the peer pressure and the love that he had for another, and now he’s gone, gone, gone, gone. And as far as I know, he will never return. Thirty or life baby, that’s the way the game is played, whether you win or loose. ~Mainky

Current Mood: glazed
Current Music: Dashboard Confessional- Hands Down

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