bahernandez12
"I'm draining my patience with this." That's something I could say about my last relationship. I love her to death. I mean, I truly love her. But I felt drained, emotionally. By what had happened. It's time to move on I guess.
Success? It doesn't exist. Only hard work. "Shit, blood, and cum on my hands" I'll work hard, work you to the bones. That's success to me. Making your dreams a reality.
I notice you by your locker every morning, I notice when you're walking in the halls. I notice when you do something different with your hair, and when you dress up. I wish I could be that guy who gets to walk by you and hold your hand everyday. But I may not get a second chance.
The route we walk, the path we chose, its all leading to our final destination. Kind of a weird thought.
I've been to the library a few times, but I wasn't the biggest fan. They didn't have any books that interested me. That, and, when you know your best friend jerked off into a book about Mother Teresa and just closed the book and put it back, walking away like nothing happen, it's hard to enjoy that place.
I'm a very wishful person. I have so many things I want. The thing I want the most is to be with this girl. She makes me so happy and I can't have her. So I'm wishing that I could be with her again. I'm just always filled with disappointment when we try to hang out, because something always happens and I'm left heart broken. And I hate it so much.
It's never fun to have your name tarnished. It's kind of like someone stepping on your foot with steel toe'd boots and so forth. It's not all that fun. I'd have to equate it to getting raped by a gila monster.
I feel I'm pretty lucky to have survived some of the things that I have survived. Car wrecks, over doses, abusive parents. I feel privileged that I have who I have in my life, especially her. I'm beyond lucky to have her.
I used to be into mythology when I was growing up. I would study about it all the time. As I got older I lost interest in it slightly, not because it wasn't interesting, but because my interests shifted. Now I prefer God Of War as my dose of mythology, you know, murdering Zeus and all.